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A Fire Story

Jack Woolcott was in a stainless steel tub with his legs stretched out, and his head rested upon a web work of gauze. Molly sat in a folding chair beside the tub. She lathered Jack’s face with shaving soap. Molly shaved him well, and cleanly. Jack lay with his head back [...]

Posted 14 April 2007 † oldnumberseven § fiction ‡ Comments (1) °

The Littlest Birds

Well I feel like an old hobo,
I’m sad lonesome and blue
I was fair as the summer day
Now the summer days are through
You pass through places
And places pass through you
But you carry ‘em with you
On the souls of your travellin’ shoes

Posted 14 April 2007 † oldnumberseven § bricolage § music § video ‡ Comments (0) °

Lincoln


Posted 14 April 2007 † oldnumberseven § bricolage § non fiction § quotes ‡ Comments (0) °