Desert Walker: Music

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

The constant stir

soothes

the bubbling oatmeal.

(2011)

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Dust Storms

Your elders gloat like lilly pads on a pond under sunscreen and broad hats thousands of miles from their grown children. Then the ...
Swallowing is the Issue

The doctor tells me, the feeding tube is the size of linguine. There is no irony in his voice. Facts. It's temporary, to get nutrients ...
Dog Story, One

I didn't see the hit. I saw the old dog, Australian Shepard mix, motionless. I saw two cars banked, two wheels on, two wheels off the r...
Breathing

I know longer care about the big questions: tuna or chicken salad and all it’s variants – god, no god. I’d rather watch the la...
Offering

Under the paloverde, shadows dance for us all. B.F.M.
phd.fail.ed

I tried to be someone extraordinary: Jerry West. Then tried to be Jasper Johns and Robert Rauschenberg rolled into one. Dreamed of being Ro...
Foursome

The coyotes took the first round this morning. Ignoring rules they played tag on the greens.
Desert Bell

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

When death came to linger he was slow, tender and deliberate. He did not demand entrance instead he tended and care for the quail,...
Being

Morning dove soaked with sun rests on the wrought iron fence. B.F.M.

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