Sun, Descending
Sun, Descending Yellow sky, pale as a breath, crescendos into flames running the rim of earth. Pitch silhouettes of cottonwood trees ripple…
Read MoreSun, Descending Yellow sky, pale as a breath, crescendos into flames running the rim of earth. Pitch silhouettes of cottonwood trees ripple…
Read MoreThe Evolution of Clouds Memories play out, slow, mutable clouds shifting subtly across the expanse of blue years, becoming truer than…
Read MoreSince April Your mother has died, You are motherless. These are two distinct pains. One follows you, room to room, a…
Read MoreAt the Hands of a Poet Neruda heats me up with “I want to do with you what spring does with the…
Read MoreBetween Love and a Hard Place Just days after he moved his young bride into the house, he went on a rampage,…
Read MoreThe Sound of a Marching Band Always Did Make Me Cry a Little The click and throb of a drum corps slays…
Read MoreThe Ocean of You Never Changes Look inside. You will see it’s true. Even when you were very small, birds held the…
Read MoreAlmost Home Urging my brother’s car north, away from the hot and straining airport, I will the flat land to pass away…
Read MoreAnd Haven’t Things Always Been Falling Down Around Us Come. Forty years gone, I can still show you the ruins we used…
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