Desert Walker: #00069

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Proper haikus

out of reach,

yet the lantana

blooms lavender.

B.F.M.

Posted by Unknown at 9:52 AM

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 ...
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...
Soylent green perhaps

In this country we can all be millionaires. We just - just need a million dollar idea, capital and the stars aligned in our favor. Yo...
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 ...
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...
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.
Wildebeest

In an effort to stay hidden, I wear a cardboard box over my head. I've painted faces on each side. Side one, my mouth is a cerulean cre...
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.

Don't steal, share. Copyright Brett Milligan.. Simple theme. Powered by Blogger.