Many Trails Take Us Homeward....
Captured stories come from all the dirty songs and stories experienced, from muted winds flowing across my face, from tales that often aren't off the wall, and from lofty soliloquies that come forth out of nowhereland, perhaps from whores who really aren't whores after all, from spiritual matters, from friends, associates and strangers, the rich, the poor, or from dealers selling that which is not desired by anybody.
Gathered within are biographies of people, places, spaces, things, thoughts or micro-thoughts, with all existing characters, situations, destructions, plots, dialogues, idioms, loves, dialects, forms, styles and dramas of living, by any means as best we can. Indeed they're plays of the mind, some of the theatre of the absurd, some epic productions, biographies following or leading to dead-ends, others approaching successful outcomes, and others lost to ethereal endings. Enter the theatre of poetic biography.
