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The red bird was her favorite. Reminded her of old songs from her youth. The blue was the wiser. Never preened for anyone but her. The morning her old man stayed gone, she went ahead and fixed the glass. From … Continue reading →

Sunday night…Hope you all are warm and good and ready for winter if you’re anywhere near the east or north. Been a bit fucking crazy this year. So, I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this, but I have a writing … Continue reading →

Sorry it’s been awhile since my last post. Things have been, well, they’ve been strange. But: I started a YouTube channel, and uploaded my first video. More to come. Link is below. Subscribe, please, and like, or either, or both. … Continue reading →

My father moved in a whore and her son when I was at work. My clothes were folded behind the couch. I saw their suitcases. They were in the kitchen talking. I walked into my room, sat on the bed … Continue reading →

Mixer in the afternoon alright, on my third              but outside the Sun is frying everything in its touch everything regarding the city suffers a famous, commercial writer once said never place your desk in … Continue reading →

11:38 p.m. desert milk moon streets sharpened and peeled back in poems sitting in my study with a book of Jeffers next to a play by Eliot a drive across the oceans of ink of boulevards pronounced in smoke and … Continue reading →

morning Seattle rain. coffee and the burning of incense my plant on the sill absorbing the rain, wind, and album while it rotates on the player my dogs full head full all the decades lost and drained down my feet … Continue reading →

On my back listening to music old albums from the mornings of youth: waking up lean, ready, relaxed, hair in mouth and touching shoulders the world out there full of color and blood the sand and sun and salt water … Continue reading →

I hit the bank and got the cash, drove to the house and carried everything to the place downstairs. The hotel last night was a bitch, literally. This couple was going at it all night, yelling next door, fighting, the … Continue reading →

Blasting through the southwest. Stark brown, mesas, plateaus, cacti, Joshua trees, dirt and disfigurement. The desert has its own kind of dignity. https://flowofprose.com/post/4640/in-transit