Missing People, Strange Tracks
There is confusion,even after the phone callI can only see you alive.She said death was immediate,and you are a box …
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Found in Mystery Cave State Park
WeatherToday the sun is a wish hidden by clouds.Trees shake like sawgrass in the wind.Rain is a fine net over …
Gamed
As the day leans in to roll the stones of truth, andthe sun casts a fishy light through low clouds …
Crossing the Plains
MorningA long day on the road brought on a long night’s sleep.Awake now in a shadowless motel room, I open …
From Mystery Cave
States of Mind: ConfusionSince I was a child, I have lived like a drunkardascending the stair of happiness on a …
Dreamland
In my dream there is a man, my father,in his dream there is an open road,a blue-black line stretching outto …
Punk Rockers
We pose with electric axes in our hands,visualizing Vitruvian Man,full of gestures, meaning, and virtues,firmitas, utilitas, venustas, veritas. We look …
The Science of Love
Love may be a locked box,its key molded by our fractured facts,or love may be like a blizzard, one flake,then …
From Mystery Cave
Found in a notebook: WingsI have wings,they are wooden and heavy,difficult to fly a straight line,impossible to land softly, accurately,still, …
Polarity
It feels like an unraveling,or living in a different countryunder the light of small stars. So many hours left behind,unloved, …
Poetry on the run 