Series: Ground Divine with Time

It’s empty here without you...

Tomatoes ripen in their buckets...

It used to be important to know...

The houses stood on the edge of the catastrophe...

Because it is now all the time...

The warm, calm nest...

Notice how like the riprap’s disjointment...

At the threshold you think you have arrived at going or coming...

You are in the dream again...

Will the ground succumb to our dreams of oblivion?

The sky suffers erasure daily...

Like looking at rainbows in the oily puddles of the street...

He thought his address corresponded to a secret AM frequency...

The wind will nest its chaos

And when you are there...

The sky has quit itself...

In the once upon a time house...

Amongst the the sky’s obligations...

One door to enter Mother’s house...

A drunk hand rifles through...

"I woke to the slamming of doors..."

An old towel in the yard