The passing days are glorious centuries This country permeates my boundless...
A dream, no fantasy Of you and a gun On the...
I would bet a million dollars On a fair haired betrayal...
Did you ever stand at The river’s edge My love, and...
Catastrophe made her hungry Until she ate herself sick And drank...
I write for myself A captive audience Quiet. Attentive. Nearly inaudible...
In the wake of angels I lie in wait My leopard...
He is a cottonwood of a man. Born again – as...
He is a fearsome, handsome Bird of prey Who befriended me...
Whatever comes to mind Be it rain Or fog Or sleep...