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


A blink of pain sets the course for the day, after a night of chasing dreams. Outside, the city is covered in a wardrobe of clouds; pearl white and dusk of gray. Below the sidewalk lifted up a degree of voices.  Some loud, others a minnow of words slipping through. A small bucket of sunlight … More HARVESTING MOON