Dangerously dissolving into diluted ink, my memory of her is a moonlit dream. Feelings upon feelings, layered and intertwined, shame seizes my voice and limbs. She clears and re-orders wordly chaos, abolishing the quivering tone from the narcissistic, miserable man. Shifting like shadows between torn branches, my conscious evades and sidesteps dragged through merciless truth….
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Farmer’s Market No. 1
Texas sun shines and, the black walnut trees shade the plaza where microcosms eat and shop in leisure My sun-bleached hat covers my brow, traveled north and south, west and east, absorbs the Texas sun in bands of sweat. Hands hold each other crossing the street, clasping palms to melodies of latin beats. Try this….
Idahome to the Dome 