we all lack the gumption to stop our mass consumption. We don’t wanna die, but (loop) our world: aster, goldenrod, storms and sweaty...

oozing chin drops dripping with the swell of throaty laughter echoing in the woods a pause, and a single teardrop drips. You never told...

At this point I would like to examine the word hope. The word hope has become a beleaguered entity. It has become romanticized,...

We are butterfly people Waiting on the wings of time Hanging on a blade of grass As our feet grip the slender sides Of the shifting...