I’ve been all over this city,
On the back of unused dreams.
Fae nubile recollections,
Dark raven rappings.
Locked to low class water pipes,
Their stygian mutterings; olde world musings.
Ethnic Class clash,
Spice passions price.
Born in the swamps of Louisiana, Russ graduated from wrestling mosquitoes in the bayou to wrestling wolves in the not-so-wild places of northern Massachusetts. A born storyteller, who’s been weaving tall tales since he could string more than...