From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
What is your idea of placid? How about a mountain campground? Yes, but here in the midst is a querulous brain a competitive heart
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
Needless of a judge, a contrite heart is a bird suspended on a current, shifting myriad planes without asking or telling.
Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.
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
Tears tears do a walk-by unload the clip don’t know why now
I hear now a raucous party in the… Recognizable party tracks fun and… Laughter, joviality, intoxication… With the advent of unseasonal heat… the moment of festival and mating
(1) Under an open window I gaze out until the wonder is gon… Having run out of questions I fal… but perk up when a stray cat appea…
One of God’s tricks is, similar to Michael Jordan, It sinks a three-pointer with 1.2 seconds left on the clock,
It’s not so easy anymore, a few beers won’t topple me. Twelve hours will mend me. I am boxing a balloon, humping a leg—
Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:
Forget shoplifting, not pushing your cart back to the cart-corral is the true crime. Amazing,
When the world wasn’t burning I felt optimistic that one day I could come home
I lost my pendant, a dove with a wafer or solar cross… on the back was written 'Sterling’… I searched for hours. I felt silly and embarrassed to
I imagined every venerable thing b… from being beaten until I had no b… and living in utter desolation, po… to having tangible things, good ta… Land and Gold.