under the moon on the lake side in the jeep lies the spare tire so panic doesn’t really strike but under the canopy on that very spot – i discover bits and baubles extra skin and tufts and knobs i discover reminisces i never knew…

Toes of a small girl Feet tender and soft Wiggling in the jet Of the swimming pool   Walking across the yard Early in the morning Grass wet with dew Tickles her arches   Chalk on the driveway Bright colors and drawings Dusty fingers and…

you shall witness, the knife, you shall begin to inherit the earth from my flaming tongue, as I resist every urge to pull you out of sleep, wake you from nightmares and dreaming. I suck in the light, I suck cock, I suck in sadness,…

Stop me, to tell you what’s inside my heart Deter me, to let you know what you are to me Hinder me, to let you be aware how much it’s costing me, bottling this feeling inside of me Prevent me, to think of you every…

so my grandmother did not wear moccasins. but if she did i can imagine her dragging her toes each step grinding stride toe to heel, destroying them emery board style and slow as she walked from the bus stop home (but definitely more toe like…

Today   Three guys and three women from Potlatch asked permission before using the community lawn in front of our cabin on Lake Coeur d’Alene. Bud light and laughs. They were loud last night till after midnight while I slept under the stars, excited to…

In about two million years this whole place is going to be a desert. 

Baikal of the Kurykans lies cold beneath the canopy of stars; water reflecting sky, ancient watchers bearing the crescent moon in a boat, the breastbone of the earth cloven deep beneath the pale and stellate glory of the Milky Way. Cronus of the Greeks consumes…

Another beer in and I’m back again I’ll pay tomorrow but tonight I’m free Everybody loves me Or at least I see it though the beer And the way they stay near The pool is too cold And I’m too old And nobody likes my…

“Martian moons are Phobos and Deimos, the latter translated as Panic,” I told you then. It was mid-way through our junior year–our glory days. I would leave you that very next week for California. The last time we drove around the lake in your jeep,…