My name is Zach, and I don't have a treehouse.My new neighbor, Oliver, has an amazing treehouse built just for him. He's so lucky.What I have is a stack of unread library books and a LOUD family!My ... [+]
Mountain Nose: International Voluntary Services/VN, ’68-’69, II-III Corps, as orphanage shop instructor, supply delivery, and recon. Member Poets West Society. "Mid-American Back Roads" is in Short Circuit #08, Short Édition's quarterly review.
Flocks in flight, Murmurations Of rippling ribbons Against rain-full skies Above the stubble fields Of slump-shouldered towns Where restaurant dining Is fries in paper bags And shopping consists Of convenience store trips. There, the main allure, Aladdin's magic lamp, Is the Interstate sign Pointing the way out.