the sky is a purplenot unlikethe rain starved sagebrittle underfooton the horizon a violent storm ragesonly to be seenthunderclaps fading in the inter..
softly floating from a nearby treethe call of a capeturtle dovemy mother is deadmy father is deadall my relatives are gonemy friends, once so dearhave..
if your not in a hurryyou cant help but noticethe soundthere is so little of itand it's orchestrated solelyby the windwailing, howling, hummingor as o..
his eyes are bloodshotvacant and feralrolling fromleft to right to leftfaded tattoos of incarceration adorn his arms, neck and faceDaffy Duck smiles w..
two empty black shoespolished, laces neatly tiedsit aloneby the side of the roadmark the passingdust from the screeching tiresstill floats in the air..
the air is so thingaspingwarm sunlight caught in the greenand brown shardsembedded along the top stout brick wallstained glass securitya ghostsits qui..
I worked for a while for an organic farm delivering produce to cites across the Colorado front range, some of the characters in my poetry are taken fr..
two parallel pathscold ironsnake through the thickness fecundthe air heavy with the breath of so much lifeemerging from the dense foresta few scattere..
All noise,all lifeabruptly put on pausestopped stillher motion erratic and brokensomething queerlimp wrist shaking irregular pattern not waving, becko..