Poet Laundry

  Honest Lee stepped out of a dime western— wavy brown hair, chestnut mustache, six-shooter on his thigh.   Not anybody’s prairie ...

  Out in the desert, where you left me, I turned to cholla.   I looked soft to touch, but anyone who tried got the wicked barb...

Image via Amazon Yes, it's a real place, and we stayed near it for a night. Well, almost. We stayed until shots rang out...

That April of the fall it was already the burning season; petal-damp tulips lined the bent road, curving west. We donned the ...