Writer. Demand Poet.
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confused geese pass invisible overhead.
puffed air swallows the hilltop in a bank of
steam. Â my pores open in this transient
warm air mass.
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I’m writing “small stonesâ€Â as past of Mindful Writing Challenge 2014.  If … Read the rest “steam – #smallstone – day 6”
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The two of you browse the
Grass aisles of the gravestone shop
Stuck between then and now at Locust and Cherry, with
The truckers and the teachers passing.
Marble blocks scatter on the little
Hill and you squint in … Read the rest “The Two of You”
If I never make it to Austin and, somehow, the
Longhorns and the old moviehouses get neglected, then
Let me remind you this isn’t
About the city I always wanted to see or the
Man I wanted to reminisce with.… Read the rest “If I Never Make It to Austin”
Back in my 20s I worked at the FOX station in Kansas City. Glamorous job of getting up early and helping to feed a major metropolitan area their fill of weather, traffic and morning … Read the rest “How to Watch Breaking News”
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I am hungry, but I’ve noticed this:
I’m not starving. I haven’t had to
Eat grass or dirt today or
Give the last bit of
Rice I have to my child which I’ve
Carried on a 10 mile walk … Read the rest “Starving”