Time is a fire that burns through everything: The redwing blackbird, the blood moon, the ranch and its every lilac in the bush. Only the nether of everything remains. A hologram of every ending. Resilience is the only thing. (aRead more…

Morning dresses slowlyWhich lights up the skyWrapping a carmine scarf around the neck of dawnThe oaks shrug off the light and shrink in under their blanketsFor one last dream of walking.The river takes all the paleness spilling over the world,SpreadsRead more…