Entourage
I could let them all go, the letters pencilshands and scheming numerals;only they and I would feel a difference.I would …
Category: . Contemplative
Neruda’s Tasks
Like above and below, my duties achedto converge. One was to climb all the waydown to the bottom of …
Ode to the House that Raised Me
I saw a ghost today. I peered inside her vacant eyes and brushed the years away. I saw her youth,and she saw mine.We …
Arroyo
Just north of El Prado, the land slopes down toward Hondo Valley. A green Forest Service truck and vintage motorbikes …
If These Walls Could Talk
There was overarching solace in the greying of the dayas diurnal irritations came unwound.And my bedroom walls were sentinels of …
Conjecture
She has so many questions and I’m sure she’ll stump me soon. Like why’s the sun so yellow and just …
The New Alchemy
Might we again relearn what once was known To forebears long ago but somehow lost By later generations–scorned and …
pre-Exodus From Skin
Oh, how a young man’s thoughts still reign in tired bones and soul of dust. Will you remain thru silver …