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Chaos lingers in our garden... rocks in slopes of bare earth, uninvited seedlings of that hardhearted Locust on the fringe; an encroachment ..

The October ground was still warm enough at six this morning so the cold front laid in a fog thicker than yesterday’s when my road rose ..

The air is thick with the blue of dark, and the light of our great beacons are nothing more than tendrils of dissipation. ..

Abstract nouns laid down willy-nilly and where would we be without them? I mean Words without substance are a little-gray-cell party, the wal..

When I die, please don’t say, “He passed…” I did not pass, I DIED! I kicked the bucket, bought the farm, bit..

On the other side of the patio are the flowers she planted in the terraces; Spiderwort, Black Eyed Susans, and Dianthus nod their heads..

I don’t want to draw attention to the physical affliction I know is the completion of your life. The way you still pleasure a ..

Isn’t it weird, how things recur with such precision? It’s a question for God, or at least this mechanic I know at the ..

I was sitting right here just a second ago, but WAIT! the sun is hauling us through space at, four hundred forty eight thousand mi..

A thousand miles later, and after midnight, I pull out of the fog where the Texas wind has painted the sides of things with a coating of ..