THE CROSSOVER

The eyes feel the words between the lines, between the breaths, between the smiles and disbelief.  Close to the heart the charms of memories warm the soul. Your hands shape the revelation of the journey like shadows over water, releasing answers slowly like a garden growing. Be patient with thoughts.  Holding high decisions of weight. … More THE CROSSOVER

TEMPORARY NOBODY

When you go somewhere as a stranger you can blend in as an unaware traveler avoiding name introduction or needless small talk while roaming unconcerned regarding schedules wearing your favorite shirt and red sneakers free of critical opinion you pass a store window and smile back at yourself then merge with the shadows of a … More TEMPORARY NOBODY

CLOUDING UP

Bring on the ancestral winds, the colliding of clouds with thunder rolling and breaking into silent valleys and the souls of weak men. Let the deep of the deep surface, Let it breathe to the top and bring with it forceful sounds and the wet of rain and clean satin moisture promising to wash city … More CLOUDING UP

STEP LIVELY

A teasing wind brushes through thick pine boughs, ruffling their surfaces with drunken intention. A mischievous breeze rattles the bones of shutters and window panes.  An overrun of coolness circles like a hungry thief.  Shadows form Halloween masks and creatures without heads.  Each step is weighted.  Weakness has no place while the clearest of eyes … More STEP LIVELY

WASHED OVER

An overhead subway creeps between brownstones.  Sharp shadows like falling venetian blinds cut across the moving cars.  From the street below steam pipes belch gray mists.  Visions of the city become abstracts of other visions; seldom is there a clear choice.   Late night diners with doors open and tables full of lively hand conversations, … More WASHED OVER

MIDNIGHT

Street lights sign in as dusk resigns to darkness. Scattered shadows of leaves dance on midnight sidewalks. Homes sleep in silence.  Dark breezes lift curtain edges, creating life from worn cloth. Porch lights dot the galaxy of streets. Picket fences keep strangers away but ghosts pass through freely. A train whistle, distant yet sharp, bleeds … More MIDNIGHT

SOMEWHERE STRANGERS

Hallway footsteps create a sad rhythm. Neon lights break over cracked linoleum.  The elderly carry groceries in a cold wind; their facial wrinkles are road maps of experience.   Young people speak of someplace else. They gather under stars of tragedy, dreaming in black and white; visions unworthy of being in color. Their lives grasp … More SOMEWHERE STRANGERS

COLD AIR

A cast iron sky stretched over uneven buildings and streets where hats tip low and mannequins resemble the living.   Quiet thoughts trouble the air.  Words twist through the procession of long coats and cigarette smoke while the hard walk of work shoes demands a path.   Shadows in corners whisper.  Curtains hold onto voices, … More COLD AIR

PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY

There’s a distant place, a delicate vision created from the memory of questionably reality.  Believing what was there may be the shadow of what was only part; we see the evidence of wind but not the actual wind.  Soon the absurd becomes real, a parallel difference difficult to discern like the layers of an onion; … More PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY