Category Archives: DB Cox

his heart knows the way

Posted on March 22, 2011 by rosspoetvassilev

by D.B. Cox — for R.L. Burnside (Bluesman 1926-2005) standing in front of a soundless band dressed in a blinding-white suit a delta angel’s guitar speaks— a timeless language no longer spoken by common man— an indigo solo in free-time … Continue reading →

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shotgun house

Posted on March 11, 2011 by rosspoetvassilev

by DB Cox rotting bones watched over by three ceramic angels casting cold eyes over a weed covered yard of wrecked cars & a black cat parked under a front-porch swing that dangles like a hanged man from a single … Continue reading →

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