a streak

When the winds blow in

cool

and the day blows out

hot,

this is where I find you,

in rain,

in relief.

midnight

I’ll never win betting on this filly, but her mane is tangled with midnight and my heart is pounded by the gavel of injustice.

Gaza

Halloween is next Tuesday and one of my students told me he’s not that into Halloween because it’s Halloween every day...

a streak

When the winds blow in cool and the day blows out hot, this is where I find you...