I wanted to become a burning myth in my hot youth,pined for truth, but owned the largest voice to speak the smallest lies;from the centerof the wheel I ran nowhere fast, said littleof substance to…
Posts tagged Poetry
Christmas Twenty Ten, California
for Louis burrito by starlight, red and green Cholulain the beard. Stuffed to our socks, let us dub this the first formal ritual to the pagangods of guac and fries, carne asada, jalapeño hit the…
“Plume” and “Silence is the Blower of the Glass”
Plume I lost the feather I found that day, off-trail and alone in winter woods, when, for the first time since her…
