Tag: st. louis

  • 013: For Grandpa Schaubert, On His Eightieth

    Like the time we made eight dozen swords from scraps of short-term fences like gardens grown in backyard troughs require all five senses like smells of Summerfest behind, of corn dogs, sweets, Budweiser like sounds of Glory up ahead, of laughter, song, advisers like sights of Gateway Arches, woods, a Florida beach in winter like…