“Seven Up, Sun Down” ~ She’s quickly pulling the horizon over her sleepy eye while seven “ecomagination” motors seem to steam upgrade, sweating swirling heat into the brisk butterscotch ... (more)
“Close Encounters” ~ Eerily silent – the florescent landing lights and glow of what at first glance appears to be an alien craft counting down to liftoff thrusting its rocket, spear-like plu... (more)
“Dust to Dust” ~ On a still warmed sunsetting August day, suspended in the melted margarine sky sediment stirred up by combines harvesting wheat turns to ever so slightly drifting dust cloakin... (more)
“Corpus Delicti” ~ Does my shadow catching a ride on a Z-train constitute a crime? If you think about it for a moment, it seems hardly far-fetched, these days. The world at large has indelibly... (more)