Stars: A Prose poem

My family has a cattle ranch in the Rockies. It was there that I learned that the night sky has far more stars than anyone who lives in the city will ever see. It’s called “light pollution.” The light that the city gives off, the buildings, the streetlights, the cars; all of them combine to […]

My City… Tis of thee

I prowl your streets. Sometimes alone, sometimes in the pack, but always howling. I both love and violate you with ink and film, kisses and urine. I have seen your beauty and photographed your gaping wounds. Sometimes my love for you makes me nauseous, afraid. But it is love all the same.