the end
make
it, break it, let it fall apart
micro poems, modern idiom
signs of the times
the unconscious collective
the beginning
end piece
addendum
asides
glances
micro poems, modern idiom
and small thoughts on the bigger picture...
god
is a symbol
the
building waved
my
own death
want's
needs
zen
song
walking
a fine lawn
a
modern condition
welcome
to my town
the
missing point
hole
in the ground
the
sculptor
the
war
new
black
the
future's bright
give
me my horns