By: Charlie Mitchell

“power steering / made monsters of all of us”

By: Charlie Mitchell

‘that town’s four beers yonder’ / Wild West’s cocked yardstick.

By: Charlie Mitchell

“lit dart wafts past the rattle/of an AC’s toil.”

By: Charlie Mitchell

“gulp in cloud castles / adrift above granite sieges”

By: Charlie Mitchell

“pause to taste Dasein…”

By: Charlie Mitchell

“Weaving skeins of kind worries / with surgical hands.”