Flash ProseWind.It is not my job to please another. Nor yours for that matter. In southern Arizona he wind is still blowing and my face is warm from the...
PoetryBe kind - you're in there somewhere.This house is full of dust. It is doubtful it will ever be clean. I sweep and sweep but it penetrates every crack and crevice. And I bend...
PoetryOK, let’s go down the rabbit hole (a compilation)If I had a secret code, it would be one of eagles and roosters. Of stars nesting in blackness. The simmer of an arced flame and the slow...
PoetryDo not confuse the writer with the woman.Of being alone with being lonely. You see, both have their place. Just as the sun completes the moon and the rain gives way to clear blue...