Nope

someone else’s house

Space is grace but not the place

Ohhhh
they was bighorn sheep cross the Rio Pueblo gorge
hoppin down the rocks
hangin from the trees
but the house itself need a awful lotta work
itty bitty rooms
feelins I don’ need
Lovin me the quiet and the big blue sky
baby need a home
give a man a bone
happy to be livin an we don’ ask why
walkin down the road
floatin onna breeze

John Hamilton Farr lives in Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. with his classical pianist wife. “Possibly the only place I can get away with this,” he says. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore (Bush’s Brain) put it in a review of John’s first book, Buffalo Lights is the work of a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” John is the author of BUFFALO LIGHTS, TAOS SOUL, ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE, and THE HELEN CHRONICLES. He has been publishing online since 1996 (Zoo Zone, Farr Site, MacFaust, GRACK!, FarrFeed) and blogs regularly here at JHFARR.COM. See also → John’s Twitter profile, Amazon Author Page, video channel at YouTube, and website photos at SmugMug. To email John, please see CONTACT INFO on About page.  

  • vicky Zillioux July 8, 2017, 9:38 AM

    sounds like a james taylor song. You may have an undiscovered talent!

    • JHF July 8, 2017, 10:45 AM

      It’s discovered (technically). I’ve written songs for years. I’ve performed solo, briefly had a band (the Zoo Pilots), rocked out a few years ago as rhythm guitarist with Los Changos Del Mar, “New Mexico’s only extraterrestrial, psycho-surf-punk, spy-billy, harem conjunto.” Here’s a link to a couple of old live tracks and a few demos. Did I say old? I did! https://soundcloud.com/taosjohn

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