That Face I Begin To See

A red leaf falls Cut loose by the wind Brown heifers low Within stone walls Another night nears Hidden crickets chirp Two Texas steers Watch fowls come home

I Left My Heart

I left my heart Not in a city Nor did I leave it In any town My heart was left Not in a hurry Nowhere high Or on the ground I left my heart Where hearts best thrive--

Ivoryfishbone's Question.

We never heard!

A Moment to Be Real

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Leave with the Moon

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CHRONICLES OF MER - MER'S DAY OUT CHAPTER ELEVEN

The Painter

An alchemist’s air is needed to fly. He sucks the ether reading the temperature of his soul. His brain is like a raw swollen sun in his heightened romance of being.

RED SKATE CHAPTER ELEVEN

Cherry

Shame, shame & a lousy nickname

Based on a true story. Title poem from the new collection.

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