Miracle Flight
Maybe it is nothing, just geese heading South. How did it come to be this seasonal ritual? Why the first …
Maybe it is nothing, just geese heading South. How did it come to be this seasonal ritual? Why the first …
I am walking the edge of the prairie, bare mournful ground. The deep roots are gone. Houses, barns, wagons, hay …
Fractured before we are born, shattered maybe crazed at the end. In between all is light and luminaria. Except in …
The dirt under her nails isn’t chic. She comes by her brick-red lips the hard way, which is fine if …
I typed ‘images’ into Google Search… …returning to the subject of the starving child video. I am still an overweight overindulged …
Check out this new poetry journal. They are featuring one of my poems, but really, there are some very good …
The forbidden words are: “vulnerable,” “entitlement,” “diversity,” “transgender,” “fetus,” “evidence-based” and “science-based.” I don’t know about you but I’m not …
After James Wright Winter, I am walking alone. This place is bare but for the fence posts. Gray, splintered wood, …
Here is a link to a new poetry journal where you can find one of my poems along with a …