Walking along the rocky shore of Santa Cruz, and the fog rolling in, I remember seagulls gliding and swooping within its grey rolls, their hooked beaks open ...

From the scaly serpent’s mouth, a moment stops the ticking of a clock. One number, one point five, now turned two. A crowd gasps for air, holds their stomach...

The boys are out with their basketballs hugged close or bounced high and caught. The boys are out with pants falling around their sneakers hidden in careless...

In the tall grass along the path’s edge before the tangled branches of the elm, the oak, the pine shut out the light, sideways and alerted, raised a moment a...

At Agua Fria and Camino Alire in Santa Fe: Through the red light Broken down car – Chihauhau grinning. ~~ Gust of wind A flock takes flight - Dry winter leav...

When I came, I stood upon a cliff, red in the dying light, then fell, pushed over the edge with laughter. I sailed through the air like a cloth doll with mov...

Your shining head, and wide open stare. You, a round figure, appearing lit in a shadowed room. Your tiny lips barely opened, a double syllable barely heard,...