At midnight the sun’s rays stinged my eyes
You tryto find waysto cope.
I look down intoMy hollow chestLined with glowing coalsRed and black andRed and black
an inevitable partof the human condition,as inevitableas the first breath;
After bindweed and Creeping Charlie, the dustblows through it’s own storyan old delicatessen boarded up—…
Midnight…
Sometimes you feel like the slingshot at times you feel like the stone none of which matters to the bird as it catches a…
Once there were No bridges broken No roads blocked No mountains invisible No fathomless valleys No shifting of the…