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Florida Sunset

Florida Sunset

Flamingos shed pink cloaks for cinder black shrouds as they recede from their flat idyllic bay to the ripples and currents of the sky. They ride invisible waves lapping a runaway sun. I want to be this land, caught in its painted vacuum...
Under the Big Sun

Under the Big Sun

While under the big sun a desert bare woman lies shallow in slumber. One eye opening wide she views the countryside: Outback children crying in the Down-under burn from gallows in Redfern, the knife is still turning within the long, old...
Pilgrim Moon

Pilgrim Moon

Clouds are moving against the moon like grape shot, raspberries with black diamond seeds. A distant fleet sailing a yellow sea. On the breath of stars, they move across. By fading embers of the cook fires the last ones are turning to find...
Dusk on Pine Island

Dusk on Pine Island

Mangos served in the evening make their little yellow sounds from deep within crevices beneath the shadows of their leaves, then turn golden sides inward where red like a thin Spanish scarf closes round until the blush is permanent and...
Road to Key West

Road to Key West

Pull the lead at Mile marker 81. Watch A1A strip beneath a blushing moon. Be prepared as the concrete unzips to blue and green revelations. Aquamarine intense as lightning grips a special wave-length from cornea to synapse,...
Zen Diver

Zen Diver

Buoyancy compensated, he glides white hands clasped as if in prayer the shark that is not near the bottom of the reef spending noon without sun, a blue-green tiger wrapping him like an old lady’s shawl or a net to hold fish from...
Long Distance Train

Long Distance Train

In the corner where the crib had been, where he lay slowly counting backwards the flat stars in this universe, there are smudges on the carpet the new tenants often complain about, although they tried the miracle cleaners, gotten right...
Affirmative Action

Affirmative Action

It was the calm hole she found, in the middle of the fire that saved her face and long black hair. Even when the white shirt she wore burst to cinder she stood frozen as a frog in frozen water. Her skin flushed an olive tan to crimson as...
Ionic

Ionic

I know there are dentures in Manhattan spilling from mouths I will never kiss, though they may be sweet. Canals in Venice I’ll never swim though the travel may be faster, tenements where I’ll never sleep, diners passed, strangers never...
Driftwood

Driftwood

Today our beach is new to us the driftwood nestled by dunes, hidden beneath yellow heads of sea oats yet pure and brown under blue skies where we imagined it never rained; how else the worn currents of this wood? These scars temper the...