Shadowville Mythos

Connection Connection look at these empty streets. Illumination poetics to a dark night sky. I'm here and I've been here bef...

Salt Ripple One man, one ashtray the old man with beads paints alone. The storm passes over Moon Child is always with him. Mermaid...

A Carload Of Poets A carload of poets injured on the highway in the late afternoon. The smell of the lumberyard pine on 280 aromatic br...

Siren A big black shadow laced with red insides comes from the Gulf covers Troy and kills fishes Then up to Shadowville. I saw this ...

Where I'm at That black summer of 1995 It was the year Of no happy ending 22 years later And it still puts me into A very dark co...

Exile Christmas morning 1995 about six months into exile still some hope and a whole lot of love. Delivery of presents Santa myth t...

Star Child Memory Snapshot of a moment an outdoor poetry reading in early Spring 1996. Glimmering stars and looming moon through the ...