sundown america, one-six-twenty. two-eleven morning tehran, where the clutter flutters, shaking down avenues of the blood oath. vengeance! the echoes cry voices of thousands ricochet stone wall to stone wall, […]
Child’s Religion
This early morning quiet / Many inches on the ground / Falling softly still, six-fifteen / Straight down, not a sound….
Woodsmoke
There are times in life When it seems important to get away, Away from all the petty worries, Time to change night into day. Those are times to look up […]