

Today
Tires on wet streets rip through puddles. Gray skies reflect against grayer pavement, and she walks to school umbrella in hand.


The Pearl
Somewhere under layers of chaos, Shrouded by Poseidon’s depths, And preserved not on principle, But under the chill of circumstance. To...


Kansas
Cattle bellow in time with the metal squawk of the windmill. And a breeze stirs the Kansas dust, sprinkling me, then whispering through...