Lazy snow the town is hiding and it’s beautiful / And it’s beautiful / Lazy snow the ground is rising and it’s beautiful / And it’s beautiful / Warm and white let it fall on you / A quiet light let it shine on you (Caitlin Canty)

Deep water / Like a river underground / Speaks thunder / And never makes a sound (Jeffrey Foucault)

— · — — · — My metapher is a blues / Hot pain dealin blues is a blues axin / Guitar voices whiskey broken niggah deep / In the heart is a blues in a glass filled with rain / Is a blues in the dark / Slurred voices of straight bourbon / Is […]