Coming Home To You By Paul McCann Well sorrowful Jones is who I am but nobody really gives a damn . I’m a straight talking , street walking man . and...
Streets Of The Soul By Paul McCann So what’s going on can you tell us desert flowers blooming in the dust , bush fires burning all the houses down ,...
The Moth's Song By Paul McCann In the vale around the golden meadows of Itschamore , a hermit monk sat upon one of the standing stones meditating and...