there is nothing left to hear the voice of reason is stilled there is nothing left to see the eagle’s eyes are dimmed there is nothing left to feel an opiate numbness descends take up a coin turn heads or tails to set a path for...
Read Moredust swirls through barbed-wire fence surrounding the plot where classroom buildings, mess hall the barracks once stood housing uniformed children washed and deloused struggling over a is for apple some yards away a field dished...
Read Morethose who care repelled by chaos those who know invest in safe bets those who believe salute the New Order those who lead move their pawns on Earth’s board
Read MoreThe table we sat around, shaped like a dolphin minus the fins, took up most of the conference room. The walls were predominantly windows that looked out onto the parkway. But we were not there for the view. A few weeks back, my...
Read MoreTilt of light tells me I’m on the fringe of autumn, about to enter a multi-colored carnival of leaves that turn, loop, twist like amusement park rides. I smell acrid odor of a burning-leaf pile. I peer out the window at my...
Read MoreI’ve created a new emotion called autumn. It starts in the mind, titillates the body like soft electricity, turns the heart inside out with a yearning for an ineffable something always beyond reach but so close to the...
Read MoreCarrie Hughes takes her son’s hand. They approach the front doors of Harrison Street School. Langston pulls his hand away, not belligerent, but independent, even at the age of six. They open wooden doors, enter a...
Read MoreA multicolored cowboy canters into Bandera, Texas today, leaving Sipokni West behind. His face looks like a wax figure, melting In rivers of hues, under southwestern sky. Every color on the spectrum stripes his handsome features...
Read MoreIt’s an early evening in late July, and surprisingly, the weather is cool. The sky is deep blue with white, cottony cumulus clouds that tower in the sky offering a chance for rain. The breezy air smells sharp and fresh. I’m...
Read Moreloneliness joins me on the cool patio this morning a constant friend in the water spraying from the hose onto my deadheaded rose bush resting for a second bloom in the mourning dove’s aria sung from the rooftop to the...
Read Moreit breaks my heart that you died that you’re gone that you’re never coming back. it breaks my heart that I didn’t get to see you before you died you didn’t want me to see you this way it breaks my heart that I will never hear...
Read MoreI have cried tears that once shed and wiped away cannot be uncried they pour from my heart my mind my soul which are all grappling to believe that you are actually dead my mind seeks proof where none exists save the lone phone...
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