The village is deserted and the fields still, the grey sky stretching ahead, merging with the horizon A mist lingers in the distance, settling on the grass mound where the destroyed barn stood a few days ago Grass blows near the...

Crazy times of dime bagdreams and fevered riverscenes that would drownthe lice in Bukowski's beard.There was a quiet stretch ofsand on the Iowa River, notfar from downtown.I pitched a tent in the woodsbehind that little beach.Blue herons and blue...

Eyes blue,beautiful and charismatic.I can easily drown in them,deep like the Atlantic.With sea creatures gracefully swimming in them. Water sparkling,reflecting the sun.I can get lost in them,all day as you talk.Swimming happily on my back,and diving deep. Hearing the history behind...