Don’t be alarmed?!? You’re telling me it’s snowing hands there and I shouldn’t be alarmed? In Texas we never have Pepsi Can clumps of snow or hand-like clumps of snow. Oh the trials you Californian people face and the big big books you read.
I’m going to milk the cow and tell the goat to stop eating Paw’s long handle underwear.
My fortune was a tawny boy who sang himself to sleep. He ran behind his father to the market, brought us dripping bags of olives bulging bigger than his cheeks. One buckle on his left shoe dangled trailing in the filth, and so I used to scold and make him wipe the floor. Isn’t it funny that I want to find his shoe? I can’t. I can’t. And I can’t find him in t […]