Hi friends, I was off camping in the desert for a few days, then travelled to the glorious little town of Salida for a reading, and finally back home … here are a few small poems from the last few days …
hell’s backbone grill—
the mouth begins to thrill
from two-hundred ten miles away
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in the slot canyon—
knowing myself as water
moving through these walls
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wind storm in the desert—
even my thoughts
fill with sand
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this revolving door—
certainty, uncertainty, certainty
uncertainty
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she sweeps the leaves
from the walk—
red carpet in reverse
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waking in a blizzard
while in my ears, my scalp
still red sand