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Often my thoughts, woven in the air, are descended upon by crows who find them, one eye at a time, and eat them like corn in a f..

SCREEEECHCHUNCRASH!!! And the empty sky rolls over with a ponderance of silence on a warm day in December. Two metal entities occupy the..

My grandfather’s ’65 Falcon split the summer heat when I was sixteen and he let me help drive home to Florida from his Wi..

There were savage cowboys and wild Indians, when my grandparents were born. Texas cattle, the steel plow and steam were all the rag..

Salty kisses in a booth near the back ring like funeral bells in October, “Last call, last call.” floats through blue neon, so ..

Fireflies illuminate memories in my dream forest,perfumeon your shouldersin astrobelight fantasy. I turn, and there you are, a Nightbird w..

The taste of salt makes my blood pound,. my eyes roll up, and my back arch. The smell of a juicy peach, fresh and sweet i..

Out there in the real world,the redbuds and dogwoodsexplode like fireworkson the side of the mountain.Purple shrapnel flies outto mix with dots..

It is fine to eat spiced food, the taste of hot sauce like fire across my tongue. It is good to hear a slow guitar, the wail of blues..

It is a hundred and four degrees out there on this week after solstice, and I think I’ve had an epiphany. I’m not positive yet..