silent under her gray-swept wingsthe wrinkled sands slide. over qalats, wadis,waters, all the brown earth she slips, waiting to go kinetic. in her belly the missile lies primed, dreaming its dream of falling death....
G.P. lives in Alexandria, Virginia, where he writes poems and stories as he can in the midst of a very full life. He can be found at @aChildGrownOld.