Picnic Clatter

The distances have composed a message that will continue to become clearer as it rolls toward you, some days silently, all oil and promise and at other times the scraping is overwhelming. Otherwise it blinks like decaying neon on a roadside bar & grille. Once Ruscha-like it dared resistance. Hey, doc have the wheels come […]


Tossed pejoratives have narrowed the field. Out back The grass grows while stasis and beautiful sunsets go hand And heart. From the north the glove is removed. Satellite pictures gloss the subject. A vast patina Has descended. “And, am I glad to see you.” Others find the fog and traffic a distillation connected To the […]