Confession Born Traveling activities, out the window blowing hot and wild, a dragon breath from the West. Sundown time, putting out the bed rolls on the hard ground to look up for some sky. Astonishing when dawn comes again when … Continue reading →
On TO IT, we track the scent, nose down zig zagging as the dog on a track. A thing on a track is a train. A single destination thing mindful of going and getting there. Great circles at home like … Continue reading →
Tree
Continue reading →We bring the burnt offerings of ourselves and all we have done. . Many colorful traces coil around their ancient origins.
Continue reading →Water’s Arrival Pace of me horse, sun of the river shine, blaze of the lambs, the wire, the time to tune and play. Gasp and grasp the thin lines of eerie scenes come circle to bang the drum and lift … Continue reading →
PenumbraSlow to awake
Continue reading →Heavy metals in the miner’s lungNascent longing at the window orpooling in a puddleDew from the corners of innumerable eyes.
Continue reading →Galvanized limp wristed cowboy colonizing the grass with purple beetles spilled from a styrofoam cooler like so much fish scrap and chum.
Continue reading →Grass asks of the cold, “preserve me”. Sun barely notices the fires on the Summer plains crackling like a million insects and twigs breaking for the door.
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