i sit outsideon the stained cushionsthe striped, stained cushions
We’ll be gone by the fall, take it or leave it, some will cry, others will shrug their shoulders, only children…
Sun rides high,
Seeding Earth
The rush of sound when I emergefrom beneath the water,throw my head backand swoop my hair into place.
It was a typical hot and brutal Arizona summer. The concrete and asphalt radiated the sun’s ferocity into the…
I am sitting in the warm sunshine