A nylon tent can keep out skunks and bears can keep in the warmth of two intermingled bodies let in the smell of wet pine and trap...

Does the man on the moon cry for us? Does he hide his phosphorescent face behind stiff hands and wonder why he must always light t...

There are nights when I look up to see the sky dripping black and blue like an ink pen that's exploded in  a shirt pocket ......

Six stars are shining through the inky blue ether of evening battling the buzzing, happy haze of city life, where the lights never g...