Consulting bird

It must be a good morning,
a Lucifer hummingbird is whistling
between bloom and home.

Desert Bell

Rain hitting rocks
awakens Sabino Canyon
to possess the torrential
drops between her legs.

Kiss, Kiss

Her lips sink over mine,
a cloud clinging
to a mountain peak,
for a perfect second.

Desert Magic

The warlock next door grows spikes
making them bend under weighted spells
of fuchsia blobs.
All for the sake of attracting arial incantations.

My Opponent

Everyday
I play tug-o-war.
I pretend
my opponent
is faceless,
lest I see
it’s my left side
pulling at my right.

Bachelor

I’m a spider, stuck in my web,
waiting
for you or you or you or you...

Wanting

Perfect
is an obnoxious
hungry ghost.

Bitterness

A pill swallowed,
blooms in my throat,
a thistle blossoms magenta.

Golden Barrel

The desert wren dances
where no angel imagines.

White Water

It’s come again, like it did two days ago
and a day before that and three before that.

Anguish disguised as wind battering my blue boat
cast upon Hades craggy rapids –
Hells Hole,
The Devils Playground,
Point-No-Point,
Pin Cushion,
Bleeding Out,
Lost,
each puckers up to suck me under
between the gods and the living.
I hover.
Breathing or not.

The blind wind blows regardless

Like so much of life caught in a crack,
a deaf leaf poses as a dove’s feather.

Trickster

I came to the desert
to witness a death,
never suspecting
it was my own.