We Follow Tribal Songs Even When the World is Silent for Makenna, 2018 explosions of memory the hardscrabble of West Texas really Apache land, passage for conquest, heavy Christian soldiers, priest, the pueblo tribes cut to the bone you are that Chihuahua moth changes patterns with seasons sometimes splotchy like mesquite bark slices of green […]
Paul Haeder: I feel burn, 61 years almost climbing alone, Eagle Fern Park sad testament to “postage stamp County park,” yet I go hard, no stops.
Paul Haeder: A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away and the trees stand I think, I too, have known autumn too long
Paul Haeder: zoos, oh zoologyrushing torrents of strollers electric guitars on stage like a run through an airport connecting flights the cotton candy, elephant ears, snow cones, all bundled up in diaper rash, daddies saying stupid things about polar bears
Paul Lojeski: Each and every Madmen swims In the fear they Rule by, knows The mob will Cower and grovel Almost to the point Of self-extinction.