German Hatchback
In the sediment, years of beaten red granite, submissive to currentThe broken headlight lies.(The old woman, down off Highway 164, could tell youIt comes from a... Read more.
Salvation Hill
I never knew why you waxed gravestones.I remember you young with pigtails. Then it started raining in the middle of AugustAnd everything that could scream was steaming.The... Read more.