Author: Kevin McIlvoy

The Luthier’s mother’s mouth’s openness The Luthier’s mother’s mouth’s openness, her hands’ finger’s tremblings, her red hair’s fires’ warnings. It’s what you saw if you were making your last visit to her ever. You were the Luthier’s mother’s Possession when you walked into her son’s guitars’ home, in which son and mother also lived together…