Places

Merry Citrus

If you shake a snow globe, all the white flakes fall to the bottom. If America was inside a snow globe, the flakes fall to Florida. After shaking my life and downsizing to what would fit in my Santa Fe,… Read More ›

Tavernacle

The handle is tied to the rail, This door is always open Coming out of the light or dark. Red Neon blinks two O’s and Rain baptizes the Avenue Glowing those two O’s off and on, Looking up or down… Read More ›

Huckleberry Pound

   I can only scribble about myself and my time.      Tell about growing up in a dive tavern in a bad neighborhood, Southeast Washington D.C., but little of the politics of that Marble City surrounding me. It is just… Read More ›