Morning In The Mirage
Three miles into the canyon Allen Springs flows over rocks and sand, past sweetgrass and pine where owls stand …
Author Archives: Ronald E. Shields
The Ego Of A Child
My bleary eyed ego takes one last sweeping swing between the id and super-ego before settling like a toad, a …
Amnesia
The sun is shining. Winter’s amnesia warms the river rock and coaxes birds into the field to pick at last …
Sex and Death
Think about sex and death…the universe required to sustain them. Think about sex the way you do, every ten seconds, …
Memories of Them Now
In my memory the sky seems too blue, too dark, or too full of clouds to see. And their voices …
Your Voice
Your voice meets me in the street where I wait in the rain for a taxi. This street is newly …
Prejudice, Thoughts While Driving Home
Driving home from the doctor’s appointment my mind wandered over itself in a random way…all the epithets are accidental monuments …
An Atomic Theory
If my body becomes my soul where will I be? Where will I go to feel the world press against …
This Thing, This Country
Coaxing this thing into its active voice, filling the void in its purple dusk, requires will power – a kind …
That Day
If that was to be the day: some mist of rain barn swallows darting clouds riled and curdling jack pines …
Poetry on the run 