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I stepped pretty to your tune, Ms. Nicol. Though lack of penny-whistle or rosened bow made it hard to know where foot should fall. Tenative, I t..

See this man we lifted to uphold the seal for four long years- a sacred trust our publics trust. See these hands that lifted him- this A..

"Give me answers." she said, "Put them in a little brown paperbag and write my name on it. Don't forget to fill, with grins and ..

“What is it you want, Mary? Is it the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down.” – ..

My post-election poem.

What color do you call your eyes? A shade of sand meeting the sea meeting the sky? Bright as ice, yet warm somehow. Framed by a fringe the ..

Summer heat pouring off the grass and biting at my knees. Wet Kentucky air a scratchy blanket around my neck. The hills of the farm went up fore..

You're a blind fish dreaming you're a swan a broken radio dreaming you're on a chiped dish dreaming you're a mouth a frigid landscape dreaming..

If anyone has any questions about the images/ referances I use in this, please ask. I'm always hesitant to say anything before it's read. =)

If you'd like to see a performance of this piece go here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xf7NIpdkTA