Casual Witness
picture this: it is early morning,south of somewhere familiar,south of somewhereyou call home.there are power linesrunning down dirt roadswhere dust never seemsto... Read more.
Spring
yet again, the season changes. winter dies, spring is reborn. worms crawl out for sun. birds return for seed. grass grows green. flowers... Read more.
Something They Call Home
For a few hours, white snowfell before nightfall; then raincame and washed it all away.The lone streetlight on thisdead end street, the one thatoften makes the poems,... Read more.