another rusted sunset — and underneath this rolling wheel churning day into day and season into ... CONTINUED
sunflowers (iv)
i see them seemingly everywhere i go and wonder if they see me too. at the grocery store ... CONTINUED
a digression (really)
the first poem emerged while sitting in the st louis university library between classes. it was ... CONTINUED
dead leaves
dead leaves still matter (even as we rake them away to the compost heap or stuff them deep into ... CONTINUED
elsewhere
a jet readies for landing. by the look of it i'd guess a boeing 747. and while i glance skyward ... CONTINUED
manual typewriter
not the modern kind but vintage, an antique model with a black frame and just the right amount ... CONTINUED
window ledge
painted figurines. a line of rocks and crystals arranged by size, shape and alleged ... CONTINUED
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