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

Crown for Yael

a book of poems and prose

The Liberation of Sister Geraldine

a book of short poems and phrases

The Anguish of Elizabeth

a novel

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