[Tara Jane O'Neil]
Has she made herself very clear
Remember: A handpainted Mexican chair hurling across the room. A palomino running across the ring, saddle empty, stirrups flying, seen from the dirt. A black and tan longhaired dog arrowing across the sand. The hermit crabs nipping at her toes.
Tara Jane O'Neil a sweet selfmotor.
Ida was a revelation of harmonies.
Luc read the same smoking section of the smoking piece but it smoked.
The Rosendale Cafe was packed. I had to leave, get back to my dog.
It was a great night.