DESERT SHORT CUT

falling knives and unmarked graves suspicious eyes serpents and fire cold scales, warm venom on the desert floor as day heat fails to night cold and folds of winds usher in cool flat air like ankle deep water and the pull of tides you run for life with busy feet crossing to safety on the … More DESERT SHORT CUT

ANOTHER BRICK

unkempt hours lacking value steal the breath out of day   anxious wishing tries to move time, though fails against the push   within the clutter of desks and chairs heads lean like gravestones while the eyes of one look like the eyes of another