SPIRIT IN THE SKY by NORMAN GREENBAUM. Poem by Craig Kirchner.
Billy McC. ate glass,/rolled out of moving cars and short trees,/wanted to be a stuntman,/had a plate in his head.
Billy McC. ate glass,/rolled out of moving cars and short trees,/wanted to be a stuntman,/had a plate in his head.
Itās like seeing a tapestry in the dark ā thereās beauty, but thereās also a great deal of uncertainty. And I didnāt know which thread I was supposed to embody.
I witnessed how song memory can be locked away, or partitioned, in a brain that is ravaged by deterioration and confusion.
David Oke Belmont, Geelong; November 1998 It was a rite of passage to spend a weekend with Dad as we travelled on a McHarrys coach from Geelong to a country Victorian destination with the International Harvester Choir.
Vin Maskell Local footy ground, Williamstown, Australia Any Sunday morning, 2005 to 2015 We're blokes in our 40s and 50s, jogging around in circles, trying to be teenagers again.
Eric Roe Rural Northwest Ohio, 1979 The drive took a long time. If my mom and stepdad talked at all, their voices were low and their words few. We arrived at a house surrounded by farmland shrouded in darkness.