Desert Walker: FlatEarth

Thursday, August 4, 2011

The earth is flat,
I’ve found the edge
and jumped.

Posted by Unknown at 9:33 AM

One Leg

At twelve, thirteen I lost the reins to my happy goat. Waking I see I’m the one legged child unable to keep up. BFM
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 ...
Coup

Dried pin oak leafs wither till spring when old regimens are ousted by the brighter green. B.F.M.
Behind the Moon

I’m not clever at unlocking doors. Never been clever with hammers, scissors or pails. Not good at unlatching bras, or the mystery ...
Making Mud

I have been a poor collector, abandoning hope after hope enchantment after enchantment charm after charm. Instead I collect woode...
Fly Fishing

The nymph sailed then dropped, playing him the way water plays a river bank, floating atop with a whisper, lips brushing against his cheek,...
A.M. Guessing Game

Each morning I think: I know who I am. Then stumble into the bathroom, look in the mirror and wonder: where I got this awful ...
ICEE

Once we lose our top, we’ll slush endlessly into Antarctica. (2012)
Smearing

Our pyroclastic remains litter our once wannabe house. The first great dream is always a bruising lie, l eaving one feeling cornered...
Editing

Burn every word. Scorch every sentence. Return tomorrow to read the ashes like one reads tea leaves. B.F.M.

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