THE GATHERING

A jukebox holds the room hostage neon’s struggle scratchy songs labor in love patrons huddle in whispers   a black checkered floor receives night traffic crumpled napkins a phone number written in red.   cracked seat cushions welcome the tired and depressed   a lone waitress slow motion hats tipped, heavy mascara leather jackets tattoos … More THE GATHERING

BUNK HOUSE

Red cowboy boots. Dust with living legends. Blue jeans, the working uniform. Skies with danger and full sun. The aroma of wet hay and work horse saddles.  Leather reins, the steering wheel bound to a bit. Seasons that blend.  Calloused hands. Facial lines, the human rings of trees. Sweat stained hats.  Beards and tattoos. Cold … More BUNK HOUSE