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Sunlight’s fingered rays reaching through the clouds tired of being cold I turn my eyes toward the deep blue skies yearning to break free from this Santa Fe world there is...

L.A. i said isn’t that where dreams go to die where you never say hello so you don’t have to say goodbye  where crooks find love and lepers fornicate and...

before the sun is fully crested over the barns, I pull the yellowy creams from the chest and let them soften into mornings first familiar yawn. Peeling...

lamentations and lust and sometimes we just fight making love for a moment and it doesn’t feel right these children a’ crying these dogs that don’t bark superstition and faith holding...

accomplice he shoves a rusty crowbar into my hands i want you to climb up on the rooftear up some of the shinglesmake it look like...

To WHAT, from what, is time a bridge? Of WHO and WHAT is that bridge a carrier? To WHAT do the people and things the bridge carries across and back throw up a collective — and insurmountable — BarRRier??? Born...

In reverie I drum with open handsall over my naked chest legs stomach,beating into this life a rhythm,percussing the guts beneath my skin... my...

A bite into you is a bite into late backyard nights where summer breezes bring you the scents of swaying cornfields and the laughter of friends and the...

I didn’t see the little boy tuck a stolen loaf of bread under his jacket as he ran with his desperate bounty, but I...

Jamie got drunk on a cold night, slept outside, and didn’t protect his feet. He limps into the shelter, leaning on chairs for support, sleeps on a...

going through your instagram feed desperately trying to reconstruct your history artfully revealing yourself through clever angles and snapchat filters.  what happens when children lose sight of themselves via the...

This morning, I ran to the edges through the tall grassss across                    the          ...