Scattershot
A lady in a pink blouse is holding herself. Her arms are crossed and wrapped tightly around her waist. Her blonde hair is uncombed and hangs past her face in to...
Category: Poetics
Fly in spring
Fly in spring. Late spring. Fly over new planted prairie grain fields and you’ll spot your tartan crest. Fly over mountains and you’ll spy hidden la...
gin and bear it
in the dry valley wild from autonomy parched from seclusion flayed limbs desire sinew bones long for flesh and place a kitchen with a window brown wooden chairs...
A bit of Dada
…thinking Tom Waits has taken up residence in my inner ear. Then I say to myself, just the lyrics, listen to the lyrics. But I can’t make them out. ...