milner place | blues in the night
blues in the night the discovery of secret sounds that hide in ice in the boles of trees born in fierce fires I am talking music here I am talking the crucible by Milner Place
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
blues in the night the discovery of secret sounds that hide in ice in the boles of trees born in fierce fires I am talking music here I am talking the crucible by Milner Place