I tucked my hair, long and blond like Kurt's, behind my ears. Red flannel hung low, loose and ... [+]
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.