My poem, To See with Thine Own Eyes, appears on page 26 of the just published 2022 Hallowzine Issue 3 edition, hot off the (on-line) presses!

Here is the link to the PDF which you can download for free.

It’s a funky little journal and I’m pleased to have been a contributor.  I think it’s a perfect way to cap off what’s been a very terrific day.  No complaints about autumn this year.  It’s been glorious!

Anyway, I hope everyone is doing well and as always, THANK YOU for looking!

the whale in the spaceship

crouches like a mule

translucent as all get out —

GET. OUT! —

but soon he, she, it will

blossom like so many magnolias

come spring, orange & pink

a sprightly Ulysses on Mars

zipped tight, preening—

a vagabond warrior

in the cosmos

heat envelops

and wounds the world

skyscrapers scrape away

orange-blue clouds

iceberg tips revealing so little

                there isn’t much more to convey…

fires and flares,

omens from the sun

a shrinking planet

cries out No More!

It’s high noon in the not-so-OK corral.

Horses are getting weary, spooked.

Tumbleweeds and split rail fences

embroidery the western landscape.

I feel my heart tugging away

at the barb of wire coiled around

a scroll of Naugahyde peeking out

from a prairie schooner wagon

as the mule team chomps

at their bits, pawing at the red

Texas clay, keen on striking out,

Oregon-bound, eager for

a little Pacific redemption.

shE riDeS tHe BuLL

wItH dEft aPLoMb

hEaViNg leFt To rIGhT

nO wAyWaRD fAkEs

No hiDdEn sLIGhTs

nO dUcKs, nO bObS

hErs iS tHe will

tO eNdUrE tHe fight

tHeIR bArBS mIGht RanKLe

sTiLL

shE cArRiES oN

LEaNiNg in tO wHaT

sHe kNoWs iS rIgHt