White Pumpkin

if fear were
white ghost residue
albino chic, we might
blossom on the wheel.

Photograph Courtesy of Kim Stapf

Read her blog here.

Tilt the Sun

facets of green
tilt sun like gold
desire in your veins.

if only we were
meant to last.

Photograph Courtesy of Jacqueline Smith.

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we rode fine lines
like they were echoes
into hell and momentary
two-dog nights cast cold
spells where a warmth
receded.

Photograph courtesy of Shannon E Kennedy

This gnome lives on my shelf.

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