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Visiting New Places The skies are purple in Inwood… an Indiana town where color is a bit off...

Commuting A day breaks Unfettered by guilt or gravity. The foothills seem to be laying back,...

Untitled Poems I. I’m as dark as the dreams of a demon cold to the touch as if I’m already...

Springtime arrived, open mouthed, black, screeching harpy-like in the tree branch above my picnic...

Watching the Lamar River Rapids   I thought I saw a single drop Lurch and hop across a rock...