Issue #7

CRICKETS CHIRPING SONGBREEZES SIFTING THROUGH THE TREESTIME FOR REFLECTION.

CRISPY AND CRACKLINGSCENT OF COFFEE FILLS THE AIRMORNING CONTENTMENT.

IN THE FOREST MAZESPARKLING WATER TRICKLING DOWNPLACE OF SOLITUDE.

SACROSANCT

GEOMETRIC GIRLOBLIVION’S STARRY SKYMOORED TO NOTHINGNESS

HARMONY

COFFERED CONSONANTSNATURE’S LABYRINTH ABOVEBIRD’S FLIGHT; PITCH OF A

WALKING ACROSS THE ROOMONE MINUTEFOUR YEARS OF REHAB

IN HER ABSENCE

ON AN AUTUMN NIGHT,THE FIERY SUN GOD’S CLOAK BURNS.I WEAR SILK BOXERS.

DREAMLESS SLEEP

NO CLOUDS IN THE SKYPEOPLE STAY AWAKE WONDERINGWHAT THEIR DREAMS WOULD BE

A BAD SITUATION

POT AND ALCOHOLA TEENAGE BOY IN A CARBAD SITUATION

THE STAGE

ON STAGE A HEARTEASILY TAKEN AWAY --MASTERS OF MUSIC

WINTER

NEW WORLD UNDERNEATHEMPTY FROM ALL THE DEBRISDEATH LIES UNDER SNOW

THE BEAUTY IN DEATH

GREEN TREES CATCH ON FIREGLASS LEAVES SHATTERED BENEATH FEETRED AND ORANGE DEATH.

EPHEMERAL WINTER

FRIGID ICE SCULPTURESOF TEMPORARY BEAUTYLAST IN MEMORY

SOFT CARPET OF LEAVES

SOFT CARPET OF LEAVESLIFE-FORCE GOES BACK TO THE SOILBUT WE MUST FALL TOO

FAST FALLING RAINDROPS

VISCERAL IMAGEOF MY IMAGINATIONETCHED IN SCARLET INK

THE UNKNOWN

DAZZLING WONDER.THOUGHTS WHISPER EMPTY FUTURE.FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN

POETRY OF EARTH

THE BEAUTIFUL ROSEAPPEARED MAGNIFICENTLYAMONG STINKING WEEDS

NURSING HOME III

WORLDLY POSSESSIONSLOCKER AND IN THREE DRAWERSAND AWAIT THE END

DANCER

GRANDDADDY LONGLEGSHOLLYWOOD COULD HAVE BEEN YOURSBUT YOU COULDN’T DANCE

PEBBLE

ANOTHER PEBBLE,IT FINDS IN THE COLD RIVER,FRIENDS AT THE BOTTOM...

SLOWLY SO SLOWLY

SLOWLY SO SLOWLYUNTYING THESE APRON STRINGS-HE LETS GO INSTANTLY

PRESENTS

UNFOLDING STARFISHLIKE REVERSE ORIGAMISCREAMING SILENTLY

SABOTAGE

CRISP SHADOWS UNTOLDLUCENT SHARDS OF BROKEN GLASSGHOSTS SIPHONING DREAMS

YELLOW LEAVES

YELLOW LEAVESFALL INTO MY TEA‒ZEST OF LEMON

AUTUMN LEAVES RESEMBLANCE TO FLAMES

ORANGE AND YELLOW AUTUMN LEAVESHANGING ON TREES SURROUNDED BY FOGRESEMBLE FLAMES IN A SMOKE CLOUD

STONE FOREST SHADOWS

STONE FOREST SHADOWSWHERE KUNMING MEMORIES WILLOUTLIVE ALL OF US

BREEZE

I WAKE IN A DAZESENSING ITS BREEZE ON MY SKINTHEN I CLOSE MY EYES.

MY TREELESS BACKYARDIS DUSTEDWITH WINDBLOWN LEAVES

THE REEF

PREDATORY PLAYGROUNDSUNKEN SPLENDOR HIDESDEATH IN LANGUID SHADOWS

WINDOW SILL

WINDOW SILLSPRING MOONLIGHT GATHERSON THE DUST

NATURE IS SLEEPINGLEGISLATORS ARE AWAKETIME IS MOVING ON

OUR

OUR ERODED VALUESOUR DESTRUCTION FROM WITHINOUR EXTINGUISHED DREAMS

A WIND MOVES

A WIND MOVESTHE TREE SHADOWS:CARP SCATTER

THE MORNING CROW WAKESIT'S CAWS, SO CLOSE TOGETHERTHEY SOUND LIKE LAUGHTER

FREEDOM

WHAT A STRONG NEW FORCE;BLACK, WHITE, AND OF A WOMAN!WHAT MINORITY?

IN JACK'S HOMETOWN

A FILTHY LADYWATCHES THE GAME WITHOUT JACKAND SMOKES A PALL MALL

CLOUD WATCHING

EVERY CLOUD IS ACOMPULSION, AN ANIMALSCRUTINIZATION.

LOWER COLUMBUS DRIVE

BLUE SATIN PULLED NEATSMOOTH OVER SIDEWALK MATTRESSONE BLOCK FROM PRIVILEGE

GAS STATION KLEPTO

PORCELAIN FIGURES,HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT. STICKYFINGERS COVET THEM.

EYES IN THE WINDOWARE LOOKING INTO MY SOUL...FEAR FILLING MY HEART.

ASHEN SKYI BYPASSA BLACK HEARSE

COUNTY FAIR . . .CUMULUS CLOUDS OF COTTON CANDYCORN DOG (99) SCENTS

AT THE FARM

WIND WORN SHEDWINDOWSILLS LINEDWITH FLY CARCASSES

NIGHT CHIC

COLD PURPLE NEONREFLECTS OFF POLISHED MARBLEAND PLASTIC FLOWERS

WEARING A SHROUDTHE LOWER HILLSUNSEEN THIS MORNING

CROSSROADS

BESIDE THE CROSSROADSTHEY LINGER LIKE HITCHHIKERSTHE ROADSIDE CROSSES

AGAIN AN AUNTAGAIN A MOURNER -SUCH PERFECT FINGERS

SEEDS OF WISDOM

THE DROUGHT WITHERED CROPSURROUNDS THE TEARFUL FARMERSEEDS OF WISDOM FALL

MORNING CHILL-

CHINA CUP WITH STEAMINGCHRYSANTHEMUM TEAYERBA MATE-DRINKING WITH FRIENDS FROMA HOLLOW GOURDGRACEFUL MAIKO-THE IVORY TEA SCOOPIN GLOVED HANDSDESERT MOONLIGHT-CAMELS AND BEDOUINS AROUNDTHE TEA KETTLEDOG DAYS-SUPERMARKETS RAN OUTOF ICED TEA