Red Line Wine

Adam’s Rib

Adamโ€™s Rib July 17, August 6, 1994 They were holding hands, This old woman and man, Rocking in time, Fingers knotted, Entwined, She spun out a rhyme. The old man raised an eyebrow, As she began to tell it so,… Read More ›


All the night my fingers flew, You slept alone and never knew, The dreams that I was making true, All the night my fingers flew, Up to โ€“ The Top of the World and back, Flew around each railroad track,… Read More ›