“We came through fall without a
whisper of orange to grace the trees,
and now that necessary
shade is absent but for
posters, picture books, and
front-porch pumpkins;”
Author: Shane Douglas Keene
“This is not cacophony, this is
chaos given focus, pouring like
black mercury off frigid high
desert flats, down river gorge roads,
blood flowing through veins of
the valley like bad intentions.”
” what deathly flourish
might I artfully apply
to my artless sins, if I should tell
you I am the dark outside the
door;”