Rimmed with the salt of cactus seed in the morning dew

Gusty drops in the pallid city of clay

and conclaves

There was once a village here, you know

In the crumbling sage brush

dehydrated cedar towns and fox-hole cloven stones

Where we break—

With the heat—

boundless and gripping to the Earth

without gravity

excerpt from 'Hoodoos' (2018)

Holy Roads

a book of poems in homage to the American West