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I saw Time up on my path. His shadow leapt, his flesh drew down ditch and vines. He turned. His wrath Was wild. He wore a hollow crown. ..

Homestead Spring The house snug in pasture, manure and wheat. We�"a family with the dog with mud in her ears�..

Binary Opposition I would cry. And I think I have much to cry about, A young girl chained in the prison of himself. She is this ..

Circles: Four HaikuBig Bend asterisms spread like webs of spider eyes; Lights mostly dead. Shadows follow Feet. Feet through shadows s..

Bird-Watching, pt. 1 Note: the least tern is considered endangered in New Mexico and has been all but wiped out completely in several part..

An ekphrasis on a disintegrating billboard along a west Texas highway.

You won’t want to run. And the gloom of it Bites at you. There, in shadow, lie in wait the ones without the thing, the Flickering, t..

An ekphrastic poem on Ansel Adam's "The Jeffrey Pine". I adore his photography. It's lithe, organic, tenuous, and delightfully free of pretense.

Written about a small, untamed woodland near my suburban home.