another rusted sunset — and underneath this rolling wheel churning day into day and season into ... CONTINUED

i see them seemingly everywhere i go and wonder if they see me too. at the grocery store ... CONTINUED

the first poem emerged while sitting in the st louis university library between classes. it ... CONTINUED

dead leaves still matter (even as we rake them away to the compost heap or stuff them deep into ... CONTINUED

a jet readies for landing. by the look of it i'd guess a boeing 747. and while i glance skyward ... CONTINUED

not the modern kind but vintage, an antique model with a black frame and just the right amount ... CONTINUED

painted figurines. a line of rocks and crystals arranged by size, shape and alleged ... CONTINUED