Published inWordsmith LibraryThe Dead TreeA poem about life in a new subdivisionOct 31, 20201Oct 31, 20201
Closing DayStraight-hemmed shirt hangs a circle around the last known outward trajectory of his belly. Steel grey mustache trims his upper lip to a…Nov 25, 2019Nov 25, 2019
Last Ones FreePolice car lights are echoes of twilight. We pass it with the rest of traffic on our race through California’s badlands.Nov 21, 2019Nov 21, 2019
Man in a Parking StructureHe chirps his black SUV, strolls beside a woman scraping through her purse.Nov 13, 2019Nov 13, 2019
Fire’s ScarThe storm has passed over and cloud-pent air risen up to steel-eyed stars.Jan 1, 2019Jan 1, 2019
Travel Log: Roadside StoreCharles cast critical gazes at dashboard, muttered dark prophecies related to transmissionDec 30, 2018Dec 30, 2018
