Your violins and gin won't save you
“Welcome to the green hour,” she greets me with a smile, as she pours an emerald glass of liquid, and sets the sugar cube on fire.
the trees stand by and breathe along with us, And you smile
Of nights dangled from a wall of stars
We can all be free, maybe not with words, maybe not with a look, but with your mind - Cat Power
From Don "The Hawk" Blakeborough (submitted 4 months ago)
Writing
"(creaky from disuse)."... Need you say more!? I like your work. I'm a linesman and you have some great lines.