THE UNEXPECTED

A blue sky yielded to layers of Ivory clouds.  Flat and useless the Heavy air absorbed sounds; the pleasure Of the afternoon was washed away. Newspapers lost their crispness.  Words fainted between people due to dullness in the air.  Birds halted flights, retreating to thin curtains of shade. There is a memory of times like … More THE UNEXPECTED

ANCIENT

Dusk crushes into night. The infinity feud between two mighty forces colliding within the silence of millennial shadows.   There is no youth about them or age slowing their pace.  They are constant, claiming common territory to the custody of their charge; never speaking, they own the respect.   Within the realm of universes there … More ANCIENT

PLACE YOUR BETS

Sometimes there’s not enough words to explain the day.  We attempt to create a shape, a revelation between spaces, where a line becomes more than a crease in time.  It’s a half note matured and filled with air.  The sound bursts into a place not yet traveled.  The movement resembles a crusade, a new path … More PLACE YOUR BETS

AS IN LIFE

Two crumpled pieces of paper collapse to the floor like exhausted dancers.  A light breeze pushes them together as they creak and stretch in unison.  The compact energy contained within the tightly bonded folds begin to unevenly release, resembling the sound of mice running across a sandy floor.   They slowly turn again as the … More AS IN LIFE

WALKING THROUGH

In the forest, under a canopy of boughs, rain creates a symphony as a portion of the sky falls.  The moisture provides a density buffering all sounds.  In the shadows there is calm; a noiseless base.  Birds have secured sanctuary.  Footsteps move quietly over damp leaves and twigs; dryness removed. A distant rumble of thunder … More WALKING THROUGH

WHERE ARE THEY?

A lost calling. The seasons changing without notice. A misplacement of the misplaced; The Beat Generation. They were crusaders of the word; always someplace and never without cool. Shirts and shoes unrequired from San Francisco to West 46th Street. Their pain was locked in the fists of their resistance. Eyes deaf toward the average, they … More WHERE ARE THEY?

INFINITY SKY

A gauze of filtered light set the pattern of a checkered sun streaming across the table.   An uneasy ghost of air plagued the room, circling quietly in an overhead fan then twisting to the floor where it slides into corners, stirring dust and yesterdays webs.   A brief summer steals the warmth of August … More INFINITY SKY

LAST CALL

There was a final call for last drinks at the Black Cactus Cantina, a place comfortable in the shadows. It was another night of switchblades, leather boots and lies with smiles.  Warm desert winds and roaming lizards stir night sands.   Women with showy names and men without truth move through the door to outside. … More LAST CALL

LAS VEGAS

It’s a bush of memories. Shadows of faces unable to speak. Lost in a moment, like a mist catching voices and thoughts drifting in a direction of silence.   Angels gather.   We feel the pain gathered by images. Others swell in tides of grief we fail to completely understand.   We pray.   From … More LAS VEGAS

GIVING IN

Willowy tall palms bend with resistance under a byzantine blue sky   The fragrance of changing tides and salt air stir summer with youth and stories   Sand is the celebration of a movable graffiti.   Ivy and roses stretch over a fence, attracting children and angels   There’s nothing regrettable about summer its evenings … More GIVING IN