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The final exodus Peering through the windows Of my vehicle, I stared … The pitch darkness outside Save the distant gleaming lights The ignis fatuuses.   Foraying into the edge of time By the dawning red, I waited… Scavengers descended on my self And angels…

I am camouflaged behind a mound of hair. In this small car speeding across town, I battle the rapids of roaring rivers and shatter into millions of diamonds in their cascading falls, or elbow the sheer waters with a spidery grace. I stalk the Appalachians…

or ‘The End?’ For Hoban Washburne I rather think I won’t be quite surprised when all the water boils off into space, leaving, as Pink Floyd said, ‘only charcoal to defend.’ Nor will it seem so strange that suddenly there’ll be nothing left I prized,…

Skip and hop Skip and hop I skip and hop After I throw that rock Down the blocks it is taking me To new sights I’ve never seen Even though I know It is only across the street However not one step further I’m allowed…

It’s dark, and our turn to face the truth. Do you see it as we wander this celestial route? They stay the same, or so we think, but they move in unison, almost, along the warps and wiggles of time. Listen. Do you hear the…

We set out to cross the country in three days. Three of us and a new boyfriend in his car a sack full of cassettes And barely enough prerolled joints to make it all bearable We made it all the way to the canyon just eighty…

  He was the first to join me in the ranks of sibling hood Two years my junior, we shared holidays and suckers We nurtured the two that came after and showed them The ways of the world of brothers and sisters.   As teens…

She locked herself away, In sadness Over him. This never was, Is a never will be And her heart broke A million times When they spoke his name. She had this idea, About him. This idea About them together. But he found another, And she…

When I die, paint wings across my skull & lipstick on my smile. Death is awful, but I do not want to be a reminder of the inevitable, the unknown, the void that calls from busy intersections, high places. Imagine me as an angel in…