Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,

With a sword karma sets straight what’s veered. By her sword does Justice dispense simply

The cicada, once with the humility of a barnac… weeping beneath the fern, now screams its inane mantra, which

Wanting anything— What a curse. I take the simplest of shelter, revisit proven feeding grounds, do what my organs demand.

You can get better, or you can get worse, or you can stay the same. But you can’t change. Nope!

Stay until the walls dissolve, problem solved. No Mustangs on this Mesa just a billion stars, a vendetta forgotten, secured.

Every time I leave my parents’ ho… I am filled with a sweet sorrow. It has taken me half a lifetime to… and now I love them so dearly, so… They nor I are getting younger

Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,

The bar room is a bed of embers fanning themselves expediently, huddling to outlast the dark. A whoosh of autumn air ruffling their complexion each time

I still know what it is to dance, I won’t discount romance, and if I like how it looks, I’ll eat it or wear it

Hollow fang? Volcano. Cat’s purr? Hymnals. Intuition?

What is your idea of placid? How about a mountain campground? Yes, but here in the midst is a querulous brain a competitive heart

Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…

The moon lulls me as I wade through poppy fields, dragging limp hands behind me, catching each pod long enough before it snaps upright again