MISSOURI MEMORIES
Them watermelons Tamaters, why, you can bite deep into juicy [...]
Them watermelons Tamaters, why, you can bite deep into juicy [...]
In my hands nails bent, threads stripped, saws wobbled, drills [...]
In the old days when every territory was a new [...]
Can't be so, fifteen again, inventory on night shift in [...]
The father who slams down his ace with a nightmare [...]
What's hopping across the yard, hiding quick in the deep [...]
The school year Mrs. Gerner was our den mother [...]
On chilling afternoons between Thanksgiving and New Year’s windows [...]
Two boys on a tear zigzag through traffic in [...]