glowing clouds wander, whisping
across a landscape riddled with
dead trees. a hollow howl from a coyote,
a sand twister, a skeleton bleached clean
by the sun. two black holes peering into
the endless expanse. a belt buckle shines among
the clutter.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
glowing clouds wander, whisping
across a landscape riddled with
dead trees. a hollow howl from a coyote,
a sand twister, a skeleton bleached clean
by the sun. two black holes peering into
the endless expanse. a belt buckle shines among
the clutter.