Desolate Air
Passing through what you called desolate air into that purple spreading across the West still myself, no less than myself, …
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Seeding the Moon
The abacus cannot tell the time but my watch turns calculus into child’s play. I watch the birds pick at …
Goin’ To The City
All them boys and girls left soon as they could. Gone to places where’s jobs and a life o’ they …
Father
Early May and the blackberry blossoms begin to show their strength. Small white flowers full of character, opening steadily through …
Heel, Toe
It was when, well whenever it was is beyond our memory now buried deep in the history of fossilized bones …
Raindrop
Raindrop on the toe of my boot. A single drip from the distant past, clear and spreading on this brown …
Roses
I don’t recall why, but we tried everything we could think of to kill that old rose bush. It might …
To The Vine Clematis Montana
Seven days since the first green nipple appeared from the underworld of water and root. Seizing the stone wall, hitch …
Adherence
This is desert, a place with no steady center – gateway to the land of promise. My bones, not yet …
Sunlight Through Leaves
One day in fall, a day that was already enough, light from the setting sun paused for a moment between …
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