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Cold and dark in the morning, talk comes at a price. It is a bargain with the waitress and the …
Cold and dark in the morning, talk comes at a price. It is a bargain with the waitress and the …
I wait in the rain for a taxi. This street is newly paved. The scent of smoke and oil hover, …
Click the Pic Broken skin on the birch trees; curled silver taking in the light and returning a …
Yeah, it’s less than you think, what you see. It is nothing more than the debris we bring, like the …
“Nature includes too much and art can’t include enough.” The gold that shines off prairie grass as the sun …
The sun beats down on tin roofs, a burning fist from God – the One who made the cactus flower …
Winter drizzle, a hill cemetery, open, naked but for the stumps of stone arranged in neat precise lines, or laid …
Hands out at my sides brushing the soft tips of prairie grass, a solitary examination. Raising my arms to the …
The trees are there in the dark. They tease and deceive me. Weaving their jaded filigree against the night sky. …
Seeds and miracles A mechanical spirit The Father, The Mother, Sons of steel, Daughters of the revolution The will to …