River Telegraph BluesRemember when you cracked your tooth? Bright blood and yellow grass? Too far up the mountain, so you pulled it out and smiled with your mouth full of blood and bourbon… 4:44 AMWorry chokes you as he swings his thin legs over the edge of the bed. You locked the front entrance last night, but maybe you didn’t because you took NyQuil and tottered to bed in a daze. The HarvesterEvery time I blink, it brings the skeleton closer. He’s known as The Harvester because he collects souls like bundles of wheat. About the Artist: Donald Patten
