May 3, 2022

At Daybreak – a Poetry Reading

First light frosting the tree line, and I close the door  On the rest of the house and leave the need for sleep  To others. At such an hour, with dark still lingering, The stars blown apart and a waning moon near vanishing,  I’ve become too well acquainted with the dark dialect ...
April 14, 2022

Bodexpress

You stand at Devil’s Gulch and say, “I don’t think Jesse James took a horse across here,” and I don’t either, because it’s much too wide and there’s no way a horse could jump that far without breaking a cannon bone or falling into the chasm, even with Jesse James on its back
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