Hints of Black Rock

Hints of Black Rock
Hints of Black Rock

Hints of Black Rock


Extreme desolations peculiar scene

a place of heritage among Black Rock

like birds of stone within seasonal flock

on soil so alkaline devoid of green.

The perfectly leveled floor of this waste

land where Rooster trail plumes seen from a far

a speck of wildlife from hood of our car

to stand in nothingness just for a taste.

Ride for miles towards unbroken skyline

to feel yourself hover over Salt Lake

there is no footing nowhere to connect.

Follow the gibberish written on sign

read well such lack of roads so much at stake

unforgiving landscapes demand respect.


No shadows on this ocean like expanse

only a few images of footprints

of everlasting horizons blueprints

as miles of barren earth slowly advance.

Small pockets of native population

a tuft of grass or a few sprouts of scrub

only pieces never the complete shrub

will grow slowly through their depravation.

Gerlach entrance to The Black Rock Desert

preparations are made for dry lake bed

our shelter water and some packed up tools.

To settle into bold silent concert

on flattened heavenly playa misled

a place for people bending broken rules.


Dried cracked earth of desert to horizon

built family between cracks and loose Black Rock

seasoned Burners living within our flock

where all this open space plays on reason.

Larger playa only broken by sky

to drink the essence of this elixir

and run naked into blistering fire

where sometimes you hear battling souls cry.

Life upon an invisible ocean

where invisible Schooners hoist their sail

to transport traveler to dry mecca.

In desert our true voices have spoken

through thickened white of dust storms hardened gale

a glimpse upon alpha and omega.


Boundless opportunities to explore

each inch history of desiccation

a white example of deprivation

a buzzard takes flight in the wind to soar.

If you pass my tent stop in for a drink

to share my water and my little shade

until the heat of day will slowly fade

“What brings you alone out here to the brink?”

Or later meet a Union Pacific

to leave the desert by jumping on trains

and following the tracks back to city

our expression became petroglyphic

on stone we talk about the lack of rain

we ask the desert clouds to show pity.

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Things have changed over the years. My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished two collections of poetry "Six Years of Service" and "The Rhyme of the Ancient Middle Class" both available on Amazon and plans for more. I share a weekly poem for TCE every Saturday. I started work on my first novel and I am using TCE to share my progress as I go. I share new excerpts of this work every weekend. A Science Fiction novel that I hope is enjoyable to read. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com. The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

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