i pray for a way to disappear. a rumor that rewards patience. a way to leave those who are not at fault out of this ongoing narrative. a voice that can sustain a note beyond what can be sung. a dialog i can enter unprepared and exit unscathed. a past that can be put to rest without too much fuss. a god that preys for you.
In which a long-time record collector and sometimes poet shares shares vinyl finds, words of worth, and plays keep or cull.
