Poetry Corner—Jet Coaster


Jet Coaster I stand in the bed of a pickup truck looking for the jet coaster. Don’t want to be up there, just want the awe (awww!). I must be still to get the shot of wings at 500 knots, soaring where seagulls dare not go (not that they know). Blue steel and ego Shows […]

Poetry Corner—Locked Light


The last time, a flood. Locked her up after that. Been waiting for fear to subside. For tides to wash away the bones, the death I cooked from crushed hearts bleached of passion. That light just feels,feels too bright, too strong, a scorching wave for a desert shore. But I haven’t looked, not since then; […]