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  Brother, Stone Wielder I am not the apple of our Father's eye Sungathered sweetmeats, a packet of seeds The stiff rhymed pro...

  Front wheels spin up urgent as if to mount, Passing too fast in a moment gripped tight, A motorcycle gang enlightens night, Consuming in a...

  Of all this we make music After the funeral, I dance dirty with with widow At a certain low angle of the sun the day's genesis of wate...

Life Tugs At My Shoulder I left and drove the Valley where the sky unburdens its wet abundance and the ground too overfull unholds pools bri...

  The world it does spin. This we know Not in space as we are told It spins in time we feel and see Two hands you have on two long arms With...

      I Resolve I shall peel oranges ripe high and near Inhale the bloom, bright inflamed of sunlight Toss spent peel in the truck bed behin...

   Armistice Day, 2024   "At their inauguration, public leaders must swear to uphold unwritten law and weep to atone for their presumpt...

Speak plain. Speak true. Pulling into rockyard to pickup two cubic yards of decomposed granite, DG. Unease onto this subtle path of earthmov...

Star-written in an oily palm enfolds the oldest utterances of gods' will pressed expressed open sesame Crisp This little sensuous pod th...

 The following four posts are a compilation of my submissions to the Postcard Collective Winter exchange of 2019. For whatever reason, my c...