The Field

how silly

how silly i take my own life and rub it ‘gainst the washboard killing germs for another day, how silly … More

Dear Stadium

Near the edge of a lost city the cathedral wails to a sky of birds tip-toeing ’round the iron spire … More

The Fox

nothing is left

Butterflies

Morning Elixer

Total Total

Where They Called Home

Crusty forgotten plastic grocery bags swirl in their urban peregrinations hovering in hot vehicular storms of jet lagged bus drivers … More

The Philosopher’s Verse

If I’m gonna think or do anything might as well mean something to someone is more or less what philosophers … More