Lonely little alcove second story up at the edge of town train whistle blasts my memories loud the purple morning glory was summer’s redemption Hodge-podge…
Lonely little alcove second story up at the edge of town train whistle blasts my memories loud the purple morning glory was summer’s redemption Hodge-podge…
Wind picks up swirls the fine-grained sand that seeps through long days hourglass mode outside the boundaries of a busy world life crawls under a…
Breauman saunters out full step amidst wafting smells of fresh cut hay scratchy suit rough hewn like him brim of his hat tasting the salt…
“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” — T.S. Eliot…
When the clouds drop low and ominous reminding me of a Gulf storm coming after a pleasant fall day digging a midst bulbs and sprouts…
When the clutch fails on a vintage red convertible merging on the freeway you’ll have to pull over for awhile at the mercy of the…
Never wage war with a poet she will mire you in collective nouns a scourge of spiders scampering about alliteration of anger cacophony of screams…
We dance an uneven tango upon stardust smothering an unstable floor fallen from a frame of broken dreams preferring to meld into the solace of…
Out in the pasture at night hiding among the mesquite branches stalking the soul of beasts touching your rope sweaty, gritty hands how many this…