When we’re togetherthe cliché is we are one—competing till death.The light strokes the needle, enticing its chemical reaction, as the wind caresses the branch in and out of shadow, until it is dark all the time, and in adrastic measure dries, and finally resigns to the ground.When we’re togethernot every one’s in the sun—the violence... Continue Reading →

It doesn’t take long really—sand has a beginninga starting point of rock and waterbut it has no endwhether it be the pestle and mortar of the oceanor the insistent abrasion of rivers streamsthat disrupt the big and make them small.I wish I was more like sandthat way I could hitch a ride between your toeslaugh... Continue Reading →

You, who read these wordsfeast on a glorious cadaver.An already obsolete collection:chance gatheringof syllables, made obsolete.By yesterday’s observation, last week’s dictionary.Yet, these words are as alive as I. A breathing creation, the only creation I amcapable of. The ugly child of dreams and love and hope. Sent on their way intoa snowy and inattentive world.... Continue Reading →

In the middle of townthere was a billboard, faded, timewornfor Butchart Gardensanother 590 miles away.I don’t remember looking at it that last day.There is a metal dragon statueslithering on the east side of I-5just out of town.I don’t remember marking it when I left.I don’t remember the valley falling awayin August variations of tan and... Continue Reading →