Winos Will Save Us

The buzz is coming and I feel sweat form on my brow, feel the pull of the ocean waves retreating out to their plasticized origins. The magazine flips open again to the page I had left off reading. A beach patrol truck lurches by. I hide the wine bottle behind my back and pray no one has ratted me out.

Falling Apples

Coming soon…

The Sacred and The Stolen

The river creeps north. A delicate, brief breeze cuts the oppressive July heat. 

This canyon is sacred. It is also stolen.

Let The White Boy Go

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We Can’t Lose (or, Betting on Disaster)

Coming soon…

To The Homeless of Denver: An Open Letter

Coming soon…

Before Something Bad Happens

You would probably be right to say I was in love with him.