Pink Mountain
When Joe filled me in on his big plan to take off for the desert and spend the days painting […]
When Joe filled me in on his big plan to take off for the desert and spend the days painting […]
At 35,000 feet, I look out the airplane window & see duct tape on the propeller. It reminds me of
Each day he left our shallow bed at sunrise. All that remained: the black snake lie. Yes, he remembered his