Song of the Hermaphrodite
It’s national night out but no one’s out except pink ladies in gardens along Greeley Avenue and a German Shepherd who protects them. I knew a woman once who pulled
It’s national night out but no one’s out except pink ladies in gardens along Greeley Avenue and a German Shepherd who protects them. I knew a woman once who pulled
1. No better way to soothe the soul than by walking on the beach the waves in and out in and out no other sound a dog fetching a ball.
I sliced the yellow onion into rings the red bell pepper into strips marinated the chuck in garlic even watched a youtube video to make sure I hadn’t missed anything
Vista point from above the city on Highway 30 : log poles stacked horizontal to the Columbia River chalk-white plumes stretch taller. Cars cross the Lewis-Clark Bridge built by Joseph
Two members of a religious group beneath a yellow umbrella at the foot of Mt. Saint Helens sit beneath a sign asking if Peace is Possible. Basalt boulders from three separate
Flying is your true home, words scribbled on a subscription card and slipped inside these pages as a bookmark. More like a semaphore that translates as: sorry I’m busy, need