poetry collection

by David Allan CatesIf we were bothhanging from a cliffby one handyou'd tell me how scaryit is to be hangingfrom a cliffby one handand we'd talk abouthow…

by Michael RevereStarting fire in a downpouris no problem for you and me.We burn good together.As we tend the late fall slash fire,I say, "Sweat feels…

When granite and sandstone begin to blurand flow, the eye rests on cool white aspen.Strange, their seeming transparency.How as in a sudden flash one…