Best Santa Ana Poems

Within ageless canyons we hold our breath.
Ash clouds engulf us, survival or death?
Santana stampedes, pariah unchained. 
‘Tis Dante’s hellhound of Hades renamed!

Chased from our homes and all else that we own,
Panicked we flee, to a refuge unknown.
Behind us a past we can never forget
The clear...

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Unbestown upon
me, you
start 
blowing in my
soul ahead
of your arrival

In your wake, still
air becomes
glowy 
and unstable while the sky 
suddenly turns lilac 
and bloody, avenging
my usually even
mood and forecasting
the upcoming 
devastation

As you get
nearer, I have
no
choice but to let
the desert
sand and dryness batter
my skin till my eyes
close
in...

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Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame.
Black-scape throughout, life’s survival or death?
Spring blooms of dogwood. Renewal sustained.

Santana stampedes, she’s wicked, untamed,
through canyons of ages. We hold our breath.
Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame.

Now Dante’s hellhound of Hades renamed!
Desiccation abounds where there were...

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you blew down from the mountains
a cool desert breeze
a breath of fresh air...

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Pro Patria Mori

Missouri volunteers bit bullets, watched
as Santa Ana's baggage washed
their brazen hair, hip deep
in the Rio Grande.
The ancient river moved across the land
Like slow drool down a leather cheek.

Bang! Paul Bunyan's balls
rolled down the Great Divide, rattled
across the porcelain sea.
Oh, the girls!
Hair hot and...

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