At The Park (10-17-10) by Ariel Westberg A low-slung mist Stultifies the LA sunscape, setting the stage to play the part Of a rainforest's cupola. But rain doesn't come Even though I am ready. Boots and sweater, and a nameless... Continue Reading →
Malibu Mornings (2004) by Ariel Westberg Each hour treads hastily upon bliss and fleeting desolation. Upon love and hate, even as the trees gently call my name, as the ocean is serene.... The tip of ocean's tongue lapping at my... Continue Reading →
Sick Day (2008) by Ariel Westberg Gordon, a dog I know, bows, then glides into my belly as I fold like a paper airplane on the rug. My capillaries don't understand the cough medicine's intrusion. My hands retroactively succumb to... Continue Reading →
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