davey g. johnson:
Three Pair/Twinning Wants its Elevenses
davey g. johnson:
A Small Catholic Mystic Sang Me Down The Mountain
davey g. johnson:
It Practically Tars Itself
davey g. johnson:
Presentation, Orientation, Ailment/Walking Into Doors Out of Doors
davey g. johnson:
Nodding Donkeys and Rumor Poles
davey g. johnson:
The Feeding of the Five Thousand Was a Risky Proposition/Earthen Skene's Gland
davey g. johnson:
You Willfully Missed It Once Things Went Blurry
davey g. johnson:
Custody, Stewardship and You
davey g. johnson:
Speak in Holy, Declarative Sentences as These Mountains Are Not Volcanic
davey g. johnson:
Incarceration, Sunset
davey g. johnson:
...And Franklin Bruno on Guitar