Seasons turn the birds, long gaggles in the slipstream, deny this place and habits, when Canadian airs slump down, heavy in the jets. Pelican pouches gone, black tipped twirling thermal…

Mist on this September morn, undressed in eyes once long, too young to winter this curled surly age. Surely once upon this September morn, before the chronic drains, now long,…

In the gathering steam and sizzle, innocence borne on the cleft tongues and snake oiling scales of just and rust, turn green in the enzymes – the endtimes just months…

Down the deer path, thick with scat, to every hard to find creek bank in the world, there’s a busted dinghy, a forgotten sloop dream, with a mudstuck sprung transom,…

Nothing more than wiper slap – smear light on a dirty windshield, starbusting streetlamps through pitted glass sliding greasy on the bridge: Every billboard passed, every sign, every whine, every…

The bereaved must sing to the passed, must wail upon the deaf skies our frailty. Given just moments upon this crust, like toothsome bread to savor until swallowed, we must…

A smattering chatter revealed the prophet to be a fool – a beggar – a panderer to fear – for bread, mercy or perhaps, if luck ensued – loose coin,…

Iridescence on the neck of the boat-tailed grackle is a trick of light. Much the same as the swirled acid rainbow slitherings of oils on water – slick – metallic…