Red Tin Noodles

Death will find me friendless and alone, chewing on my conscience like a bone. Those I tossed aside will wave to me, all together, from a boat at sea. While the dead ignore me, underground, … Read more

Oh, the work force down in Labor Town went off to seek their fortune. In mills and stills and mining hills, the summer sun was scorchin.’ When hope ran dry, they turned their eye back toward … Read more