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I’d been told earlier about how El Paso was a “unique” situation being such a border town. I didn’t realize just how much that was true until I drove through downtown in the morning light. It’s right there. There’s Mexico. You have El Paso’s high rise downtown district next to its sister city, staring at [...]

I’m a chronic organizer, evaluator, and list maker. Which is sort of an odd thing for a poet, but it also comes from the always competing sides of my brain, and from my work in training and management. Writing a training guide for or quantifying anything poetic or artistic into a spreadsheet is beyond me, [...]

It used to be my mall, back when it
used to be my old neighborhood.
It used to be a lot of people’s mall.
Back when the now barren empty
asphalt ocean was once full of cars.
One of the first real malls
long made small and obsolete
by ever leapfrogging, ever mega
megamalls in ever growing
circling nooses of suburbia.
I only visit now [...]

Retiring the flannels
their too warm embrace
now sticky in the
late spring air.
Open windows
calling for cool caress
of high count percale
against naked skin.
Comforter now boxed
under the bed
in favor of a single
modesty of top sheet.
Face planted in down,
breathing in deep
a fresh misting of
lavender pillow spray.

Have to thank my friend Lisa Allender who reminded me of this great site for southern poets. They’ve just taken four of my pieces for their September issue. So look forward to that. One funny thing is that they require a “Southern Legitimacy Statement” so it actually helped I guess that my grandfather actually did [...]

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