If my cuts could spell. I’d have more letters than the alphabet. And more words than any dictionary could hold. If my head wasn’t constantly jumbling words and slurring phases, maybe I could focus. Focus on the other me sitting …
your headbutt “um” eclipsed the place where i thought to stand and dumped chilled bone-sand over my words, grains ticking into my eyeballs a glass reflecting only you as your shadow hallow graced my face even as i suffered the …
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You spent your last moments where you belonged.
Resting quietly with the sleeping plants,
you returned to the land.
I fly, silver wings above clouds,
tracking yesterday through winds
tuned to stellar frequency—
How small we must have looked to you
from way up there. Our true, cruel humanity
revealed as we rocketed you skyward.
Later on my mother called me and my two older brothers into the bedroom to tell us our father went to heaven.
Coyote reminds us you need a little crazy;
And a laugh or two.
Land of Enchantment Rural Route 53 – Westbound 55 mph Isolated with pot holes A jack rabbit scurries across Ditat Dues – God Enriches Stateline – Westbound – I-40 75 mph Fast pace Small. Big. Large. Semis Travel Stops to …
