With graceful swiftness,the pronghorn leaps,kicking up plumes of sand.With powerful vision,the pronghorn surveysthe layout of the land.With tasteful intention,he munches … More

I watch Sweeping land sleeping Under the blazing sun where Prickly pear and lonely lizard are living in eternal dryness. … More

Over the rim,Time does not exist.Lives pass in a whisperOnly remnants in the dust To live on in immortality.Over the … More

Morning sun rules, Shining over cholla cacti, Sparkling over mica, Spreading over scatterings of Creosote and prickly pear to become … More