Happy

If he saved himself I would be happy. If he had a little jar of air I would be happy to poke some breathing holes. Summer ends as his swollen body returns only to be eaten by tiny bugs and worms. Grass is greener over here… a ghost is fog that lingers near. Try to […]

Finale, My Waterloo Days

IRIS retracts… Stinging yellow sunshine blends with blue pin wheeling circles mixing into acid green sparks. Combinations of coordinated colors explode and reflect on a solid black RIVER. A bridge burns… cinders fall into the Cedar… KCRR 97.7 streams a WAR OF STARS a SYMPHONY of crashes and booms that have nothing to do with […]

Spidery Veins

I dye thick curls in cherry pie filling. If the scent catches your attention… follow the trail of crunched up leaves, abandon your clothes in the tall trees. I’ll pack down the trail, the weeds and the dead leaves. Stale flowers crumble in the breeze. Around us the moon spills for miles around I hear […]