The mountain calls back To dare the timber rattlers Light dances on graves ————- A note: The images were taken at Hanging Rock State Park in Danbury, N.C. with Tungsten…

Grappling arms in the harkened underbrush threaten tyranny of a patrolled tightness sometime in the Now. I hear Her battle cry beckon from the borderlands, while sobbing fulfills the overthrown.…

So there’s a bunch of talk in the Pages and Paint online workshop I’m taking part in on inspiration. What is it? Where does it come from? And how can…

Borrowed rays seep through twisted sails of dreamy blue, tangled up in the clothesline. You and me we like a bee, nibblin’ on uncle’s muscadine vine. Worm dangles on hope’s…

Everything seems to have happened all at once. I began grad school. I’m working with a new teacher next year, so there’s a lot to do in the classroom to…

Marbles blue picked from bush heel turn, cooking is child’s play. Sneaky dough-eating, flour-breathing puff dragons caught from the eye in the corner of mom’s eye pinching the runts out…

The last shot on a roll of film, taken quickly just before bird catches flight.