A Walk Past Wheeler Park in Flagstaff Arizona
I see the beige field buckling to the untamed lightness of green. The chittering sprinklers, the water, the mini-vans, the empty lot, and the kids kicking a hacky sack. Continue readingAmerica, beer, bees, Billie Holiday, bird, birds, boating, bummer, canyon, cars, chef, Chicago, coffee, colorado river, cook, cooking, death, desert, desperate, desperation, discomfort, dresser, drink, drugs, drugs and alcohol, drunk, ease, fallout, Fiction, Flash, food, furniture, gender, happiness, hiking, home, hope, humans, husband, infertility, jail, kicked out, kids, lessons, love, lovers, lust, man, marriage, men, messy, Moving, naked, nature, NAVY, nostalgia, nude, object, one night stand, our time, our town, peace, people, poem, Poems, poet, poetry, poets, power, punk, punk rock, Review, river, robin, route 66, sadness, scorpions, secrets, sex, sheep, shit, small towns, spiders, Spring, suicide, symbols, the west, time, train station, trains, truth, Up all night, vortex, voyeur, vulnerability, vulnerable, war, work, workers, working, writing
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The cashier at Loves, a rugged woman, warned us that the canyon was dangerous and offered free advice on surviving the trip. She said, most people don’t think about it, but watch out for the sheep. They kick rocks off the walls. The lady at Love’s told us we’d find scorpions with the black-light. Continue reading
A poet-chef living in Denver, Co. I use the orange Aquafresh toothpaste, off brand mouthwash, and those little floss picks.