August 13, 2009
The Dipso Chronicles: RainThis is my Americana, I suppose. Silent but for the rainfall, dog lying on the rug to gaze through the front door, child napping below me, and then this cold machine that I keep counsel with, insulting me and my autumn afternoon like a switchblade torn through the canvas. So connected, yet so mercilessly unattached.
Posted by Vanderleun at August 13, 2009 6:59 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.