It’s Friday, People
It’s Friday, people, but Sunday’s comin’. Woke up in a haze, or a haz-mat suit made of twisted flannel sheets, …
The things I have lost
Roaring flames of treasure blaze Sparked by distant memory days Of pirate ships and ferns for spears Of splashing streams like …
Island Summer
Forgetful of shouldn’t and don’t we lost ourselves in the shimmer of summer casting off restrictions with our clothes. As …
Once Soft and Smooth
Soft, soothing hands would rock a crying son To sleep; would clap and cheer when he would run; Then work …
Emily’s Last Words
“I must go in, for the fog is rising,” breathed out that pen we love so well, as she upon …
Lines on a Grid
I sit each day in cruciverbal tussle With pen in hand and coffee at my side, I sit and think …
Puff Piece
A canopy of cumulus projection aligns itself enticingly and spills its cotton candy succulent confection across the canvas of the …
Torch Song
Remember the Soldier Pass, orange rocks punched by water into seven wormholes painted on a cliff that bled into the horizon. …