But at first, only in the majority of one. Long beyond the casual glance Of a few illusive stars. And in the end, When the curtain falls And the songs slowly fade away, Fragments of our lives blend into the soil. But who we are lives on Long beyond the casual glance of these mortal eyes, Long beyond the question Of who is right and who is wrong, Even long beyond the children Of our hearts and of our minds, Cruel or kind, Who we are lives on. Next up, Kim Nuzzo from Carbondale, Colorado Moments have passed.
Words behave like a living brain.
Who knows someone who knows someone who knows a 1000 degrees of separation spread across my life like blood. El pocito, blessed clue, suck in all the brittle black, twisted smack. Pollinate me before I roll over stiff at fifty-five. Many of you know Shia Barnett as the founder and producer of Austin's annual Salute to African American Writers. The beat back bust of age really bites, daddy-o.