No prison can hold me; no hand or leg irons or steel locks can shackle me. No ropes or chains can keep me from my freedom.” Harry...

I am doing my best to stay away from the neurotic, the lazy, and the just plain crazy as they come in a cloud (that cloud) of...

I traveled through Taylor Canyon one evening not long ago, late-blooming rabbitbrush aglow, willows textured in bold shades of red and...

You were warned by signs beneath the surface. You read the admonition etched by your skates. You knew the color of ice ...

I much prefer to think inside the box these days because the cardboard walls provide a sane asylum, a sanctum sanctorum for thoughts...

Then everything would make sense, the Bernie Bros and friends of Mike Pence. AOC, Ivanka Trump, and Cardi B would fit into the same...

Pleading a poem down from a tree, Coaxing a poem out of the dog house. Sweet-talking a poem behind its mother’s skirt. Tricking a poem...

I saw... my own figure... coming toward me, Goethe, Poetry and Truth I stand on her porch, try the doorbell, knock, walk down the...

Strabismus is a condition in which eyes do not point in the same direction When Trina watched fourteen vultures with six-foot wingspans...

If I don’t know where I was, how can I get back there? Overheard in a bar in Elko awhile back I see the dip and rise of sage-covered...

You feel the heft of the glass door when you push it open, relieved to be safe from a blast of dust blowing across the parking lot. You...

Half-formed apples drop in midsummer heat. The jackrabbits on the lawn seem creepy. A whiff of death comes from fires in every direction....

If I had a match I’d set my hair on fire. That’s how bored I am, preachin’ to the choir. If I had a B-B gun I’d shoot a crow or two....

Somewhere there are dead cats with maggots, whole cities rubbled, and unrepentant youths gunning one other. Blood. Guts. Excrement. Ahem!...

I say, “You can’t go out in that! Look at the food stains!” She says, “Role reversal,” puts on the sweater anyway. We hold hands as we...

Your back door Time is a whore down the street Time is a cheat past your town Time is a clown Like Wile E. Coyote, Time spins hoary legs...

I hear the scratch of the curry comb against the horse’s hide. When my father combs the mane and tail, I hear a different sound. After...

Thirteen Hessians on Harley Davidsons blast past a Sandstorm, ride the tailwind of a Southwind, salute a Wolfpack chasing a Carabou. ...

The London Bridge in Havasu, Arizona is home to hundreds of bats and thousands of swallows. It’s not that hard to get there from here. ...

See that woman in a leaky skiff holding a bucket with a hole, yelling, “Help!,” not acknowledging that she is in shallow water near the...