I. Butterfly wings lay in the grass, fallen from the air like petals drawn on by God's crayons. Let's collect them for your wife and...

I am fearless hugging the bowsprit. My harness, imprinting my belly, keeps me safe. The boat is not moving. The air plays with the...

The fear of meeting someone else in the woods: Your father. Not a bear, not a camera in a tree. Living with him is like the fear of...

I smell my memories and remember them with my gut although I can never see them, they are true to me. I smell the gasoline fuming from...

The trees are graveyards for high hopes; they hold Winter wishes for change. A new direction is in charge. Mr. Spaceman flaps over the...

He levers a boiling waterfall into a Styrofoam land of harmonious green leaves. Twists in his cinnamon bun hair bob along the glassed...

Air How old are you today? Do you record the voices of every bird? Every scream and every laugh? Fire Where do you want to go? Do you...

If the truth tells you to run, run, run, run. You will come back here one day you will walk by the still water, once angry and spitting....