Across the Mojave

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Across the Mojave

abandoned homes

stripped clean, eroded,

honed down to

chimney-stones

that prick

the wind-

scoured sky,

so that

one can see,

through crumbling walls,

naked mountains,

one range grayer

than the next,

until earth’s shape

curves them away,

or, one can see

close by,

spiny ocotillo

whose scarlet

blooms on

limb-tips

in spring

sizzle

with holy fire

or hell’s fire,

as either one

may be,

here on the

Mojave.

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sanberdooboy

I've been writing mostly poetry for many years and have gotten a number of works accepted in publications and anthologies. I'm most interested in communicating with poets for whom craft is a high priority. I enjoy finding and commenting on poetic gems in other people's work. For my own work, I welcome polite comments, whether positive or critical.

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