…I picture it as a burnt coffee smell. The grounds smoldering in the pot, the water evaporated and all that’s…
A gun shot at 5:30 AM is like A distant thunder clap near The shore of a fog muffled Ocean.…
The green scum of the pool Is at least an inch thick. Crisp Brown Fall leaves and rotting Grass clippings…
I’ve been thinking a lot about productivity as of late and what it means to be a writer. I know,…
The Arizona night growls, Cicadas perched on the blistered Leaves of near bare summer Tree branches, their Thousands of throats…
It’s Monday, here are some stray early morning thoughts. Comic con looked fun from what I saw of it, albeit…
You curse the desert Or maybe it does the same To you. It curses you with A lifetime of its…