I like New Mexican dreams, thirty years ago i was a child running there. Twenty years ago I was wild running on a Florida beach, but I could see the veil both times and it got thinner as the years... Continue Reading →
Dear April, This is it. when you're gone, you're gone. I can not take time by the hand and lead it wherever I want. I can not dance with it-- a two-step, a waltz. If we did dance Time would... Continue Reading →
Far down below the willow roots and breeze, someone left their soul. We waited for the full moon before asking for rights and protection, but the first night, we climbed into every nook and called the light in. Somewhere below... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 