Crater Fogs We grow into our pantsLike the weather on the moonThe droplets re-form on our browsWe cloud our thinkingWith billows of sweat steam From my 2017 book Synaptic Syntactic available on major platforms such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, and Kobo, as well as direct from my BookBaby store for $4.99: https://store.bookbaby.com/book/synaptic-syntactic Featured […]
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We wake in the morning, or at noon, or the witching hour, rising, sick, or sleepy, or hurried. We make our preparations and take our medications, black coffee, nicotine, whiskey rocks, what have you, running and walking dogs, herding children and scooping after cats. There is no tomorrow, only this synthetic ‘morning’, whatever hour it […]
Lost in Mist 