Posted on April 29, 2013 by Alan Senauke
Right now I can’t read too good
Don’t send me no more letters, no
Not unless you mail them from
Desolation Row
— from “Desolation Row” by Bob Dylan
It starts with dread. In a distant city, on top … Read more
Posted on April 22, 2013 by Alan Senauke
Right now I can’t read too good
Don’t send me no more letters, no
Not unless you mail them from
Desolation Row
— from “Desolation Row” by Bob Dylan
It starts with dread. In a distant strange city, face up … Read more