[obscenity for the advancement of poetry 7]
derision settled into the stone of the place
a tree once living now dying
the practice of killing extended...
Everyday Whimsy
I want my photographs to tell stories. And I want stories that come from moments of life, like a still from an old movie. Movement and pain and the...
Sea Change
Soil and leaves filled the empty human spaces, and always the buzzing of insects. Spider silk and dust and feathers and carapaces accumulated to build...
Cornish Pasty
When Don says, “Wow, she’s good,” I muster up a grudging agreement, but I can taste the bitter wilted greens of envy. I’m already lamenting my lack of...