Author: Dual Coast Magazine

heroes in headsets the most important person you will never see saving lives each day emergency...

beside the moonstreaked pond, fireflies for eyes, wearing the humble wind as gown, or shroud, or...

A path snakes over white sand reflecting high sun become a white glare−   Gnarled black limbs...

The press of shattered steel, glass, and other shiny modern Detritus fills him with pain...

In the woods when the summer gives out a few leaves linger above the cyclone yellow dog, then,...

Ivy growing out from cracks in the cinder blocks at the base of our house and down into the yard...

Inside our miniature cottage deep evergreen forest white puffs swimming from crackling wood. His...

At the age of thirty-seven, Rossini, he of the opera buffo Barber of Seville, retired to the...

The last days of this year are like an old staircase That I don’t have to pay much attention to as...

There was Rumpelstiltskin Me playing the titular character You the miller’s daughter And every one...

Cars swoosh and rumble, Past this little office space, To unknown places.

Ninkasi and Enki know nothing of the joys I’ve imbibed Through their cure of the father’s wounds....

I’d pulled out that conversational quaffle: would you rather play every instrument or speak every...

The falsity. All of us instant saints the second our hearts stop. Like a reverse muffin mix, just...

When all of my beauty is gone and I’m an old hermit poet, last wisps of hair letting go to the...

Not much, I say when my wife asks if I think about loved ones gone to their graves. She’s jolted...

All the words in all the worlds can never confess more than my hands.   Read my hands like a...