TW Collins:
Fred Klammer Dugout
TW Collins:
Chicken Alley
TW Collins:
She stepped out from among their shifting confusion of lovely lights and shadows
TW Collins:
"He remembered such days from his own childhood in the mountains, rare moments of escape when he went into the woods, his breathing amplified and his voice somehow muffled by the heavy snow that bent branches low,
TW Collins:
“Whenever I’m asked why Southern writers particularly have a penchant for writing about freaks, I say it is because we are still able to recognize one.”
TW Collins:
Any cupcake consumed before 9AM is, technically, a muffin
TW Collins:
The day starts to fade, slip away, out of sight
TW Collins:
“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.”
TW Collins:
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
TW Collins:
The (unloved) bark-brown fence post
TW Collins:
To the Ends of the Earth
TW Collins:
Off Season
TW Collins:
Royal Blue, Tennessee
TW Collins:
Let Me Wander Over Yonder...
TW Collins:
Cheese it, the Cops!
TW Collins:
Ain't nothin' like livin' in the South
TW Collins:
No pool. No phone. No Pets.
TW Collins:
Sea Side
TW Collins:
So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies ...
TW Collins:
Legal Aliens | Niagara Falls
TW Collins:
Steel City | City of Bridges
TW Collins:
my true love went riding out in white and green and grey...
TW Collins:
Lowcountry Passion
TW Collins:
Play me that Steel City bokeh blues
TW Collins:
just a matter of bein' misunderstood
TW Collins:
We parked our bikes on verges so they could graze...
TW Collins:
If knot today...
TW Collins:
Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed
TW Collins:
Ascend...
TW Collins:
Which side are you on, boys?
