Monthly Archives: April 2013

Aside

A brush fire burns

across the canyon floor

smoke obscures the sun

sifting ashes cling to your lashes

as your fingers

linger

upon the surface of my thigh

gooseflesh

like sparks

carried upon the wind.

National Poetry Month 4/16/13

Waking from a dream

emotions stick inside

scratching out their escape

Flowers

and blood

a blackened sun

time slipping through my fingers

like the waters

that you carried

across the arid wastes

that sickly smile you turned towards me

the skull behind your face.

Winter lifts its pallid hands

steam rises

from the muddy fields

that lay in anticipation

of farmer’s furrows.