pilgrimaging
to Graceland
you missed
your off-ramp
so this one
will have
to do Continue reading →

I
Sunlight digs into a patch of clover.
You inventory their leaves like books Continue reading →

The satellite dish
In Iceland
Tracks sputnik
And my childhood Continue reading →

I exit south
and try to drive
the remote road
off 80
to Iosepa Continue reading →

I remember when I was
a rider of plastic ponies,
always Roy Rogers ready
on my spring-tethered steed. Continue reading →

Just take the mountain curves Continue reading →