Cloth & Sun    Chaos greets me at the door—   broken things swirl,   dust motes through worn curtains,   a breath before the next bruise.   You coil like an old cobra,   fangs...

Loop   Goddamn those whippoorwills, we wanted to shoot them, our history teacher said.  - He’d lived in the woodsiest neck of our district  since childhood. Of course we’d heard them  - too: In...

Tondo: Closing the CircleAfter Sam Gilliam’s Something is Going On!—2021 In a muddle of abstractiona face emerges—owl, cat, human—no certainty.Should I turn the canvas,straighten its...