rodeo in town silver buckles and a turquoise sky and a smoky pickup waiting in line and the ring would be dusty- ah but they'd be hosing her down... too hot too see you and the rodeo's in town. Well the buffalo roam these plains in back of burger vans and dream catchers glitter under…
I wrote the following thing while walking around a university hospital and staying in various nightly rooms, each kind and thoughtful. Wouldn't call it poetry but it stuck with me while I sorted things through. A little dark, but let's give it the light of day. MORPHINE AND ROSES (in two voices) A beauty whose…
Captureland Failed States, captureland, I know them. I go back and forth. I know the constant surprise in loneliness, I know failed states, asymmetrical conflicts, the pattern recognition there is in the detective work white-boarding my own deceit, in positioning the prodigal at the scene, and charting a parallel faithfulness also, a good son’s, no…
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