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Wolves Shhhh! Hear that? Listen! Across the lake; low note rising, falling back on frosty air, ululating over ..

Clinging to the Web It is enough to be born let alone born again, to dance from the womb naked and ignorant of the ..

What Time of Night Do Eyes Turn Back to black canvas stretching thin to catch the emerging breeze racing through the darkness? ..

Minnow Newton’s vast wasteland stretches out before us. A nuclear winter where nothing lives or breathes or grows. ..

Mirror A young boy looks in. After the not long prime years an old man looks back.

Separate Cars Will you ride with me, deride me, or decide how many walk side by side, hand in hand, crossing against the lig..

Robin Morning heat rises Robins bounce through the sprinkler Cherry blossoms dance.

Deluge Demand for daylight. New storms roll across old fields as darkness descends young stalks of grain bend as a fiery b..

Homage Not yet ... not yet ... not yet the wind weeps the old limb creaks beneath the weight toes barely skim the dirt friction ..

Barbecue Bring your own spirits. Trust that you identify correctly as done. What does it matter? We look back, yet..