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It was just another day. The heat was as thick as the cloud of dust my car kicked up on the dirt road to my friend’s house, an oasis ..

By the goldfish pond at the end of the walk, a spider builds a snare for thirsty prey in the overhanging sage and rosemary, a dead..

My philosophy professor said, “The air in ancient Greece was so clean and clear that people could see tiny details of distant moun..

memoir

A love poem

AIR CONDITIONED From my fat chair I can see through the bay window that the robins and wrens are replaced by shoals of starl..

A Texas wind kicked the September Equinox into placetoday and left it lying in the Amarillo mud. The smellof the herd next doorwafted green throu..

STAINS Everyone dreams of perfection, we have the word,if not the thing itself.When I was very small, my parents thoughtit would bemy ..

The water on the lake is smooth today and the sky is calm. An ashen haze quiets the verge where purple and blue meet in the di..

Free verse