Bumper Car The old farmer had lost his bearings they said. They took away his truck. He wired his house…
Day of Diminishing Returns Most pictures of today have blue in them, a dusty blue blue moss and winter ivy,…
Artist Statement: In 2010, I went back to drawing after many years of sculptural inquiry. Drawing was my primary medium…
When Claudia Castro Luna sent me her poem, In Sommerlicht Schwebend, where "love [is] a champagne fueled badminton birdie," I…
Shut-In You want me to leave the house. I think it will work, this ambition, but I’m afraid to try.…
Digging Lindbergh's Grave In Kipahulu on the wet side of Maui, where waterfalls and streams run down to the sea,…
Our Second Year. The River. After The Mulberry swelled under April rains, rose over its rock islands and brushy willows…
City Boy Sleep won’t come surrounded by the country quiet rasping against my closed eyelids. The hush that comforts philosophers…
Bubble Man He did not drive the 1987 big green Lincoln. Stationary, stuck in the corner of a parking lot…