The charred black bones of the farmhouse coughed and hissed and exhaled into the early morning fog, ghosts of smoke swirling whitehot against the sun, contrast in defiance of God ordained.
The charred black bones of the farmhouse coughed and hissed and exhaled into the early morning fog, ghosts of smoke swirling whitehot against the sun, contrast in defiance of God ordained.
I’ve been reading his work for many years & I can readily appreciate why many qualify his writing as ‘timeless’.
And I can think of no better imagery to accompany this post than the equally timeless appeal of David Pelham’s superlative cover art 🙂
I’ve been reading his work for many years & I can readily appreciate why many qualify his writing as ‘timeless’.
And I can think of no better imagery to accompany this post than the equally timeless appeal of David Pelham’s superlative cover art 🙂