The age of the cell phone


Photo by Dan Fraser


I have a magical device
in my hand
when I touch a spot
with a fingerprint in the dark
it springs to life
and connects me to the moment
of the world
when I lay it down
I remember the smile of leaves
the patience of cedar
and the length of rain
I feel the hunger of the night sky


Walls and doors

Photo by Dan Fraser

Walls move back and forth
like doors
restless in the desert
and smoky winds of old desires
why do they burn
so hard and so long
before they disappear
leaving the hunger shifting
back and forth like doors