Coming Home at Dusk How faint the echoesof a loaded boomboxbelting out its metallic grind.Every deadbeat voice in townwould have been proud;delirious over the soundof a prodigal son – coming homein combat boots sinking under a naked sky.Making a scene with the tide – shaking your fist at the rainopen throated like your father;howling blueContinue reading “Coming Home at Dusk”
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Cognizance
Cognizance It was never in my rider:these plumes of damp mistwith their bluish grey drift– poised like a spiteful tsunami.An encore of unknown dread,when as a child, my eyesburned beneath horned prongsof ancient trees – outstayingthe dead on a seared hilltop.These things I knew – long beforehuman nuance or pageantry,or of tiptoed paths cuttinga dashContinue reading “Cognizance”
Home Truths
Home Truths(Tanka chain) Kiki scans pagesof morning’s feline gazette.She nose tracks lettersin earth scented light columns;marks time shoveling fur dew. Black coffee belchessteam from kiln fired cup. Speakerssquirm with hot vibes – it’s Ry Cooder pulling the stringsall over Chavez Ravine. Sun beaten facesperuse stacked rows of new spines.I watch their eyeballssearch for cryptic codesContinue reading “Home Truths”
Last Call at Shangri-la
Last Call at Shangri-la(Tanka) Solar fireball shrinksinto a fluorescent dusk;he knows how to mixa Caribbean cocktailin layers of ochre crush. ©️Orion Foote
Night Primer
Night Primer A muted dusk makes it’s usualappearance—announcing a slytransition with finegradations of charcoal blue above silhouette overlays,like a first year art student’savant-garde designer eyeshadow palette – she addsa final flourish to her magnumopus with obsidian finality. ©️Orion Foote, 2022
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