Category Archives: Pipe Etchings, by Joseph Greenwood

this big Saturday

at last, the rain, and it comes down heavy this hot air, balloon summer, humid and sulky I stood around outside for two hours just looking, shuffling, spitting sunflower nutshells on my tombstone sidewalk thinking of driving my motorcycle out … Continue reading

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