
the bungalow’s round
angles & odd proportions
make fairytale look

the bungalow’s round
angles & odd proportions
make fairytale look

i see a horse,
and hear a banjo tune,
but don’t imagine…




once majestic,
tombs of ancient kings
reclaimed by nature

rumpled beauty:
chaotic but bright,
purpose unknown

a stooped farmer,
fingers in the soil,
forgets back pain


footprints in the sand
diverge, and i wonder
if there’s a story

There once was a monogamous Geometer who could angle in inches or kilometers. "I do love triangles, except love triangles," At orgies he was a nervous vomiter.

light sweeps slowly
across the cave floor;
can bats tell?