Feb 27, 2013 | Fiction, My Lies, Poetry |
Wake up with your head on the passenger next to you… The fantasy of the person you love Is a ghost. Nothing of life manifests In the fantasy of the person you love. No sweat or disagreement or delight Will complicate your imaginings. And so how poor a reflection of...
Jan 1, 2013 | Featured, Fiction |
The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant’s heart on the hillside. For them the earth is not an exploitable ground but the living Mother.
Oct 25, 2012 | Featured, Fiction |
“Couldya fill it up with regular?” The man starts to pump it in and Rabbit gets out of the car and goes around to the back and asks, “How far am I from Brewer?” The farmer looks up with a look of curt distrust from listening to the gas gurgle....