beyond darkness

＂If there ain’t no whiskey and women, Lord, behind those heavenly doors I’m gonna take my chances down below,＂ wrote the fabulous folk poet/songwriter Townes van Zandt. In these poems, regret haunts the empty spaces that make up common existential reflections and experiences. We are bonded through the senseless loneliness we feel throughout life. These poems speak of the times of the bard res’: the joints, the silences, the darknesses we face and indulge. splake even drops some haunting satirical comments on the rapture. So indulge a bit with some coffee and your favorite gal.

-from the Publisher’s Introduction