" a storehouse, they made him an arbour like a bird's nest. ...... dates, figs and various sorts of cheese; they put sweetmeats suitable for the sick to eat, in baskets of dates, and they made him a home. They set out for him the various fats of the cowpen, the sheepfold's fresh cheese, oil with cold eggs, cold hard-boiled eggs, as if laying a table for the holy place, the valued place... Directly in front of the table they arranged for him beer for drinking, mixed with date syrup and rolls ...... with butter."
Hello. I am not sleeping well this morning and awoke from a travel dream saying your name in my head. Is everything with you alright? (Sorry to sound so cryptic at 7am). I hope you are well! Leslie.
man, I remembered that time when you played Lazarus at Jack Rabbits that one time a long time ago, and the whole room was silent, like you gave everyone there chills.
Hey Miguel, Just thought I would see how your talents are doing for yourself. I hope your book is coming along the way you want it and life is nice to you! p.s. we would love for you to visit Boise, Idaho anytime and maybe no fights next time! -Mindy
you are a poet, sir. Gee, that sounds like "pulizter", but I digress. I bet you dig you some Tom Waits, eh? I know I do. I like your stuff, and thanks for the addage!
