Hymnals For The Heathen

Night has draped its cape of stars. Over our small town. From the campus and the tavern. To the chapel and infirmary. We've seen their dreams. We've found the goods.

Herald! Frankenstein

Harold Weathervein

Harold walks down any street of this town. Both crier & witness the sun drops clouds shift. His legs twitch. . The clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and dime stores, in bar rooms he stils all alone erupting..