Desert Walker: Storm

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Rain falls, words form, sentences puddle.

BFM

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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 ...
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...
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 ...
Foursome

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

Brothers. Holmes. Both think they deduce motive, flavors, favorite colors. Decipher voice inflections. One of them read too much of the oth...
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...
Being

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

Under the paloverde, shadows dance for us all. B.F.M.
Brighter Ideas

I thought of you today. I thought of us. Differences, similarities. Fear. Thinking. I thought of gratefulness. Then asked myself –...
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...

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