In the high tunnel pulling weeds,
hands sweeping over a yellowing earth,
I wipe sweat from my forehead, dust
from my glasses & glimpse the goats
in the pasture, Alfalfa at rest
surrounded by grazing does.
The goats don’t stop to con... READ MORE
We came, we saw, we died.
I was, I am, I won't be.
I like my empires failing
It reminds me of me.
Me - my world is on fire.
How about yours?
That depends on what your definition of "is" is.
"Is" is all that "is not" is not.
Hater... READ MORE
Everyone Has A Mouth by Ernst Herbeck is a transient look at things that disguise themselves as “ordinary.” Herbeck’s words are timeless, reaching into the world to pull out its very core, and quite plainly questioning whether it is worth its weight.... READ MORE