Dot Dot Dash, I’ll Send You An Email

"In my beginning is my end." -T.S. Eliot I drive 65 by a dead raccoon, a telegraph pole with weeping wires, a tumbleweed that needs to be freed, still bound to the dust.Everything's dying, even the golden wheat, even the fluttered foxtails. The old barn is caving in. God bless America.The countryside testifies, telling truth in … Continue reading Dot Dot Dash, I’ll Send You An Email