H.L. Dowless

Her painted face was so pallid, Her eyes held such dark circles, But you’ll sing her sacred ballad While you leap through her well...

Once, way back in the land of Golden Leaf, there was a man everybody called Snookum. It was planting time, and during planting time a...

During my days as a plumber, I rode the many highways and byways across the US nation, frequently moving from town to town. The places I...