Black Car Hand byCShell

The water hole byCShell

Savages howl like coyotes.

A thousand arrows cut the sky
like a swirl of doves waltzing 
out of the sun.

Coming to ground at the water hole.

Bloody rain falls, catching all under a 
net of oyster silk.

Lacing his fingers into her own

she runs her tongue around strawberry lips.

Kissing his wounds with hot pain.

She calls forth God's two blind 
footmen sleep and death

Before who's memory the stones shall fade.

Carry them that was away.

The River Side

Low on the hillside, east of the great river.

Digger women stand wast deep in black mud.

Shoulder their baskets.

Ascending the river walls dark edge.

Level the slope.

They meet, Imagined more than seen.

Out from the split where buffalo graze,

horses chest deep in switch grass.

Twilight-lit columns.

Hammered out of frozen moon, 

Silver lances cut the sky.

Fearful as a rat in the pythons coils.

Bus Stop Sequence by CShell

Poke-A-Dots by CShell

Night Mules

An hour before sunrise.

Two black mules in an oak grove,

stand still as slag coal.

Hungrily waiting for an orange fire ball,

that will surely bring something good to eat.