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