Samson Waves
Waves shush the cobble as night settles. Delilah stands at the bedside, glinting.
Waves shush the cobble as night settles. Delilah stands at the bedside, glinting.
A dead whale and man and his crackie complain about the cost of things. A truck coughs down Marine Drive. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Two feet past the busy woodpile, Igor’s fury and the stillness that reigned after the trees cracked. The baby restless. The rampage. A bucket and all it could hold. CLICK ON THE RECORDING TO LISTEN