Limping through Shangri-La My unicorn threw a shoe and sent me sailing headlong through a gentle mist of sun rays and birdsong until I slammed against the stony edge of a lovely double rainbow, colorful as the butterfly I crushed... Continue Reading →
Old Firs I often eat lunch in Awbrey Park beside four crowded fir trees leaning this way and that, as if not on speaking terms. These trees are tall and weathered with brindled bark and the same wrinkled scowls that... Continue Reading →
Shades of Gray for Alisha by Danny Earl Simmons I see fewer shades of gray these days, have a crisper appreciation for the black and white of things. I can see deep inside colors I never knew existed. I squint... Continue Reading →
Plowing by Danny Earl Simmons Turning black earth against twilight as muddy legs plod, shoulders ache and bow before worn leather straps that sag between his bull and his beliefs. Bent in the knowing that gray becomes green and sweat... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 