Do we even know?
poetry
Fear may be the sign you’re getting closer to the truth, but it’s still a hard place to be right now.
Everyone counts, in every counting, exhausted but traveling on.
An epic moment in our country’s history.
One year gone, and a lifetime of remembering. The Palace just isn’t the same.
Two from one of my old notebooks.
The traveler, Justin Townes Earle, gone from the tower of song too soon.
There once was a world. Now, we have days & days & days… of waiting.
Peter Green is gone. Dreamer, visionary, and otherworldly bluesman.
Just three floors short! And no elevator. Not any more.
