*Flyer* Missing (Two 17 year old girls) Tiffany Tiffany is a honor roll student with her whole life in front of her. She is the captain of the cheerleading team and president of the student body government. She was last seen with Charlie, a  juvenile delinquent with…

Snow-dusted evergreens stretch to the horizon Silent sentinels, impassive, Unapologetic, swaying in winter’s ice-gilded night The Wild’s indifference terrifying Not some anthropomorphized maternal nature goddess But harsh brutality of a land rife with danger, Rife with threat, The spine-prickling howls of hungry wolves almost inaudible…

The world is flat with a fence around the perimeter. Braying, mewling people scramble seeking freedom. But no one can be bothered with the gate.

too many names too many friends goodbye to you what I miss is the laughter and nothing brings back the laughter the tears are replaced by so many other names.

Start – Story and Art   Story of every art is a Start. If it is new or old, Stale or bold. An art creates the things, Gives an idea. While story produce the mystery, To generate a history. Story of every art is a…

Alone on the Heath, a purple flower where there once was dry reedy sand, you, friend, rode the train to dusty plains with me–and slept through shifting tides along California beaches, we two, strangers to this land, and no less to each other. I watched…

Alone I stand in this barren land Don’t know what happened in life as I’ve gone Don’t know how I just don’t know But I am here now no home to have No job no food no family I’m sad. The days have come and…

Missing since: May 15, 1970 from Chicago, Illinois Age: 62 years old Clothing/jewelry: A cocktail dress and jewelry She tries the dress on carefully; Smooths the fabric with careful fingers, Twists and turns before the glass. “I like it” she says And lifts the room…

Cows mooed as I held your trembling torso through the seizures. Your eyes reflected the moon when you came to; I startled at my first womanly moment. I knew I wanted to lay down, and stroke you breastbone to navel. My fumbling reinforced your recovery….

She lived in East Vancouver, or, Edmonton, or, Winnipeg, or, Toronto She left the Rez when at thirteen. Young, thin, single, beautiful and battered. It’s said she met the pig farmer once, but to this day no one knows that for sure. She was last…