SANDS
I went to the place of high sands,the place of paper wasps swarming around my heartlooking to sting, to puncture...
I went to the place of high sands,the place of paper wasps swarming around my heartlooking to sting, to puncture...
An anguished chill hurts the night kingthe moans of traffic dissect the interstatelonely bellows of travelers of midnight passageand me,...
Sure, I read Bukowski. He’s good. To me he’s good. I got to be in the right mood, though. Some...
I went to an abandoned place in a snowstorm. It was behind a fallen fence of wire, snug beyond a...
Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com I don't know what it is, but every time I go out in the...
Getting Low on the Pecos, Getting High in Colorado There’s a feeling of strangulation that does not make me choke....
The sad, the hopes, the fear that runs through the veins causing me to shake like a young leaf in...