High Country Haunting

Spirits stalk me in my sleep with count-down timings and pillowed double meanings They haunt me down the hallways and wait up the stairways. They follow me from swamps to mountaintops. Entities slither through aspen trees keeping watchful eyes. They comb through cypress moss… like caterpillars dropping on my head, like black widow spiders crawling… Continue reading High Country Haunting

Sound Deck

Late at night, I go out to the deck  to smoke a cigarette and  soak in starlight before bed.  The downstairs neighbor’s music  fills the air with temple bells,  Tibetan bowls on repeat—  lullaby romanticizing this view  of unpolluted constellations  and magical Whetstone mountain.  A midnight cyclist  surfs the Nordic track,  tires humming like a… Continue reading Sound Deck