the shed of electrofried

If I hold this year up to you, I wonder what you may hear?  Perhaps the sound of sand slipping softly through my fingers, the low caress of ...

Dancing naked in the snow, the crisping icy bites! So good to be alive - we can fight back the circling chill here if we just stand our gro...

Past pale dawned stocking laughter, the family gathers once more on our bed.  Oranges and apples and chocolate-coins tumble and a little bab...

The radio plays on my journey through rime-frosted trees.  A heart beats in time to the wolverine heat, and do we believe in Father Christm...