the pits
so i take down the last of the peaches
this quiet
high in the iron wood
Two
I look in the mirror Puzzled by what I can see It makes me reflect.
heroes and heroine
headlines announce the day after yesterday haunting the hypocrites hurtling back from holiday cajoling tomorrow’s downshift dreaming still in flip
anniversary
we waited for our children, prayed their return in the night
Crucifying Eden
Breaking rules already dead
waste
please pass the plastic water
