Dance in the Rain
I used to run outside at the first clap of Summer thunder to dance in the rain.
People stop to smell the flowers in gas masks.
The Nearness of Light
Not a person, a prism.
A Green Web For Widows In Windows
She's afraid to hope.
She's a Diva.
Too Many Old Glory & NRA Bumper Stickers
In a quilted firearm and flag frame
It Is What It Is
In the morning, we dress our children for school.
The 51st State
Snowflakes and Skins have no twins.
Maybe he ought to start a patriotic bucket factory.