I’m cruising down the highway with someone riding shotgun. I don’t know who because I’m watching for my exit and not looking at the person next to me. I’m hauling ass through the bright green marshland, but that’s okay. My exit isn’t for awhile. I look out the passenger window across the flat land and … Continue reading Baltimore?
The bud on the tree is slender and pointed. It hasn’t swelled to its spring fecundity yet. It is a spearhead aimed at the sky. Not waiting, but accusing. Where’s the weather that will make me great? Why isn’t the sun out making the sap flow and giving me life? I am forced to sleep, … Continue reading Dormant