Our parents knew a serial killer paced the railroad tracks in East End, 1960 Superior, and they threatened us with death should we go search for him,
Alleys of Cinders, East End
Off I-80, Nevada
I watch the signs on the side of the long straight highway looking for animation
Anecdotal Evidence of Summer and Magellan
gopher trail yellow jacket nest one laced wing of a termite skin-flaked chapstick windburn
Fever Snow and other Poems
One by one he vanishes, part
of a long line I don’t remember
falling around, covers the open
book please close your eyes,
Self-Portrait as Broken Fog Machine
Nesting on the outline of a window a little broken handle used to turn
the grating system now clogged with rust & silt. I once clouded rooms one
was afraid to stay in for fast escape.
Thirteen Ways of Remembering Lonnie Black
He was his own version of Mr. Rogers in a classroom of children, he was even referred to as The Poetry Man;