Penny Harvests

rising wind, freshened earth, and then…the rains This is the message, too, to restore the weary. at a touch, To make the riches of harvests This simple visual poem happened (somewhat) by accident today, as I was experimenting with cardboard and paper. Perhaps something to try my hand at going forward.

The Yellow Desert Poems

The Yellow Desert, paper collage, 2020 i. the notion of being civilized is  heightened by shadows an infinite crust of time a sense of music to hold onto at the center of  dawn, earth cries —is vibrant, mellow, happy we are the bystanders relics of liquid freedom ii. the mind breathes in  strange waves  dense  [...]