Blueberry Bruce
Planted a sandy pile far back past the swing-set in full sun over top that dead dog buried there. And as worms ribbon in…
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Hungered Echo
It takes me with its bony hand Clamped over the exaggerated Throb at my wrists To days of sandaled feet scuffing Over-exposed laterite to…
Read MorePhoebe
Phoebe says, I was up in the room by the trees making my girl’s bed and I could still smell her sleep.When I snapped…
Read MoreNever Enough
Here comes the school supply list by pages. Crash! That’s 3 bikes needing new parts. Time for the well check, don’t forget the copay….
Read MoreMay, 1999
Matchsticks and cigarette stubs in black soil, doused and tramped Where the corn is growing Or will grow The rain is cold When we…
Read MoreOn the San Saba
Old timers tell of baptisms in the living water. Cascades of souls, clad full in white, down the muddy banks lives made right. We…
Read MoreThe River Hymn
On days when the sky is an overturned urn, ash-grey clouds lingering like a tooth ache, learn the names of the dead as a…
Read MorePropellers
We never traveled over bridges. It was too dark under their skin. The monsters wanted to attack. Instead, we floated in airplanes, propellers spinning…
Read MoreView from the Edge
At sunset drivers hide behind the last light’s reflections off glass, faceless robots at the controls, hands always at nine and three, becoming one…
Read MoreBlack Sphere of Night Vision
Last pence spent riding Gatwick to shire, then on foot, haggard and tired. Three ragged miles, an hour in snow and storm along a…
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