THE LAST PICNIC

scattered at the crossroads a pair of shoes left without a note plastic flamingos broken bottles cigarettes and a purse   cactus cast shadows over sand and rock   the sun moves past the other side of barren hills   cool breezes give flight to paper plates and red napkins   while night blinds the … More THE LAST PICNIC

TRYING TO GET OUT

There’s rain in the desert where lizards and one eyed dogs live on the wrong side of the tracks and bars with tired neon’s blink onto cactus and sand where nothing comes alive except lightening and dry winds as we try for the right way leaving behind what tries to hold us back in the … More TRYING TO GET OUT

FURTHER AWAY

The desert is a departing thief. Black and white forming faint shadows while breaking away an afternoon sun into night.   Billboards stare back with origami eyes, glaring with silver lights onto roads running to the edge of the earth.   Continuing with a deeper falling, we feel upside down as if a herd of … More FURTHER AWAY

STAY AWAY

The desert curls itself up flat at night   an uncaring carnage of sand and spiders   day’s heat retreats into silence, leaving a numbing damp cold   cactus stand guard over barren and nothing   snakes slither into holes and under useless rocks   scavenger animals prowl without much to show   it’s lifeless … More STAY AWAY

DESERT MORNING

From the desert floor a veil of mist rises from the hardships of last night. Everything moves in slow motion. There are no winds to push the sand to the next arroyo. Cactus absorbs mornings moisture. Creatures spread their colors in search of today’s menu. The sky beams a bright blue not listed on any … More DESERT MORNING