sealed in glass bottles shipwrecked souls washed upon the shores of dense desert isles corked in air tight longing to escape heralding messages unread while the tides roll in receding back infinitely peer through this pellucid vessel marvel at unknown terrors sunk beneath the waves hidden horrors buried ‘neath the sand the fury of the…
Month: April 2020
Traffic Light
waiting at a red light 3 a.m. with the window down radio muted the heat of a passing day hovering as mist above the pitted asphalt clouding like bokeh – dilapidated desert streets humming the tune of central air units and mercury-vapor street lamps on life support vibrant and untouched in the palm of night…
Piecework Prose 