Poem: After the Climb
I push a cart with rusty wheels uphill in the hot, summer heat. When I get to the top. IContinue Reading
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Poem: Yellow Flower
I see you in a yellow flower growing from the fertile soil soft as a hibiscus petal as delicate asContinue Reading
Short Story Link: “like a coven of witches” by Mark Tulin
Check out like a coven of witches @ smokebox.net, issue 78, September 2018
Poem: When My Humor Goes
When my humor goes, I picture myself sitting alone on an old tattered chair in a dark and dusty roomContinue Reading
Poem: Mountain View
It was not the search for enlightenment In the foggy Santa Ynez mountains. It wasn’t the beauty of a panoramicContinue Reading
Poem: Dali Dreaming
Dreams appear like a ghost in the night, A fragmented spirit from a Dali painting, Melted time and distorted faces.Continue Reading
