D. W. Bassett
@danawroe.bsky.social
An old locomotive engineer drinking deeply from the boulevardier of broken dreams, if not drinking really good coffee.
Travel, write, walk barefoot on grass in sunlight, read, paint, dream, even if you’re old. Remember the miracle of being alive.
Travel, write, walk barefoot on grass in sunlight, read, paint, dream, even if you’re old. Remember the miracle of being alive.
Goddess. Always adored Ms. Wong.
December 6, 2025 at 1:50 AM
Goddess. Always adored Ms. Wong.
Indeed, and stopping it by directly intervening and ordering his crew that If the Americans fired on any more women and kids, that they should return fire on their fellow Americans. If in a difficult situation, I ask myself “what would Hugh Thompson do? A personal hero of mine.
November 23, 2025 at 2:28 AM
Indeed, and stopping it by directly intervening and ordering his crew that If the Americans fired on any more women and kids, that they should return fire on their fellow Americans. If in a difficult situation, I ask myself “what would Hugh Thompson do? A personal hero of mine.
My last work, completed during my last furlough. “The end of the graveyard”. The crew of a “midnight goat” on the old Milwaukee road late March, 1941. Everything still brown and grey, but the first warm breeze of spring. New hire, old field hand, old engineer asleep in the sun. Lived it.
November 22, 2025 at 4:54 AM
My last work, completed during my last furlough. “The end of the graveyard”. The crew of a “midnight goat” on the old Milwaukee road late March, 1941. Everything still brown and grey, but the first warm breeze of spring. New hire, old field hand, old engineer asleep in the sun. Lived it.