Monument Valley, Bryce Canyon & Zion National Parks

Monday, March 28- Lake Powell, Paige, Az

On Hackney Road

Just going for a walk. A hungry boy. Amphetamine eyes. Through the dark. The drizzled, slant streets of this city. The finest city. With the near dead dogs, wailing. The painted up girls,

ODE TO THE CITY

Why don’t you leave me? Go your own way, display your tacky, outdated fares: rattle you markets, strut your fountains, roll out acres of your stairways,

Nineteen First Lines

An experiment. A poem made up from first lines of my other poems.
Cherry

THE DANCE

I see her dance beside the hotel’s swimming pool. A fitness instructor shrieks out commands. A stocky fellow on a rickety stool nurses his whisky and tries to avert his glance.

The Year of the Golden Pig 5

Another bit

Gellert Revisited

Owen the werewolf had escaped with mankinds only hope in the form of a baby. Would Danielle and Alginon get to him in time, or would Lucifer have the last laugh?

Whose Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

Patricia couldn’t sleep. How could a simple act like reading change her life?

The Year of the Golden Pig 4

the plot, if indeed there is one, thickens

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