River or Rock? (in memory of Orlando: June 12, 2016) The ghost of childhood winters chills the summer heat, skipping across the field behind Bingham Elementary, stopping on mounds of plow driven snow where laughing twelve year olds once gathered…. Continue Reading →
Poetics A whitewater rapids of tumbling words, flowing fast and furious, threatening to crash, or a decaying tooth holding fast by its roots, refusing to give way, painstakingly extracted. A scientist interrogates the mysteries of the cosmos and determines we… Continue Reading →
The Eschaton: Upon Dreaming of a Barren Land, Bigfoot, and Kris Kristofferson as God Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down the barren boulevard, an urban desert, exploded skyscrapers gape, disembodied toothless grins stacked one upon the other. At the neighborhood park, mirth… Continue Reading →
Lessons of a Summer Day at the Beach O Mother Earth, in selfish need we grasp for the riches and might of guns and gold. To profit and death we cling ’til last gasp, feasting on your carcass, vultures so… Continue Reading →
Openings cht cht plop plop tok tok drip drip What is the sound of water penetrating the crack in the ceiling? tap tap tapping into my brain Chinese water torture disturbing my slumber eroding… Continue Reading →
The Scream (in memory of Orlando: June 12, 2016) One evening I was walking along a path, the city was on one side and the fjord below. I felt tired and ill. I stopped and looked out over the fjord—the… Continue Reading →
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