The Dragons of Smaller Dens
There is salt on the dragon's syringe, They will sample electric lozenges On scorpion countertops. The hatchling will look up from cave doodling. He will ask, "Mother, must we hold on to the pumice?" She will stroke the scales of the...
Shooting Down Stars
I try to hold back the anxieties Of tight-rope dancing over a thin Edge of words. I stumble and pray That the net of good intentions below Will catch me as I plummet through an Atmosphere of mental discourse and flash photography. There is an...