In the weak light of November coffee-breathed we wait and wend hope and helplessness comingling citizens together the line moves slow but steady and nobody begrudges widows greeting poll workers or the stolid patience of the man charged with explaining …

Phillip Martin Before Bobby Shane Grew a Mustache and Became Evil Until he hurt himself, my father was an infielder. Not anyone whose name you would recognize, unless you really know your baseball. An infielder for Cleveland, back in the …

Bless this doggo who stole a GoPro pic.twitter.com/tZwVdniJoQ — Jon Christian 🕵 (@Jon_Christian) July 29, 2018

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Used to be a seeker, used to be a dreamer Now I guess I been woke Let in on the cosmic joke I’m trying to fix the things I broke You can be an unbeliever or have faith in the …

dry lightning nervous in the nightsky (a Telecaster jitter) north of northeast Texas in maybe Oklahoma It was cold in Amarillo the parking lot was full of truckers and my dreams were full of air brakes and the red smudged …