Near the edge of a lost city the cathedral wails to a sky of birds tip-toeing ’round the iron spire … More
Tag: poetry
Trump’s Thanksgiving
Approximating Love
Mitchell stared at his iPhone, dumbfounded. He double-clicked the home button and swiped the screen to exit from Outlook, as … More
The Fox
nothing is left
Butterflies
When You Are Free
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
