Poetry and Prose – Page 3 – cereal after sex

The fair light peaks at dawn, this heart flattered by the rush, another perilous tick tock, another band of blue,… Read more.

The End of a New Season

Our white-haired fathers are sending missiles to obliterate philosophies and the hungry Read more.

I broke the seal of the highway bottle, the greasy liquid shot of a place unlike Eden, a place called… Read more.

It’s such a bigger world than we realizewe tend to ignore the full scopeof all that is alive…while we’re busy… Read more.

The mountains in Albuquerque are to the east. In most places I’ve lived, they were to the west. I always… Read more.

Empty roads beckon wanderlust, Heaven torn asunder by the sun Read more.

I saw Elvis making crop circles in Atlantis from the window of my pink wooden house Read more.

Halfway through the memories on haunted hill, halfway through the turnstiles stuck in glue, sun burns red, sun burns blue,… Read more.

I can’t say anything anymore, it doesn’t fit through the walls — the sun paper is too thin over the… Read more.

I was alone to the bone On an afternoon in Rome The ballistic tests all positive Spears sharpened to a… Read more.