CREATION

I settled down, though briefly and had a think, like when water becomes ambient, not warm or cold; placid while reshaping an outcome.   It was a must, a brush with orderliness, creating the back end before leading the pen to water.   It became a flower moment, an opening as if sun touched, bringing … More CREATION

CIRCLES

Dreams are fragrances, reminding us to remember the vision, the voice departed, the place of youth no longer visited; the person we were, but have changed.   Regrets are long. Promises become minced oaths and lies hurt us the most.   Attempts to make the right from the wrongs are absorbed each day; rumbling of … More CIRCLES

NIGHT TRAVELER

There is a vision inside of everyone. A vision of something distant from reality, yet persistent, attempting to create belief. A flash of honey sweetens the dreams that we hide in our pillows. Stories tightly wrapped in linen.   A fresh song or story taps its way to the surface, turning over the stone of … More NIGHT TRAVELER

FRONT LINE

From a distant balcony I viewed the clouds crab by overhead. The winds resonated mixed sounds through boughs of great trees and then buffeted lightly against worn shutters and meadow grass. The sky darkened, I felt like an unknowing outsider, a Philistine, waiting for David. I recognized the approaching weather headline. I lingered as a … More FRONT LINE

SPARKY

There’s a chance to enter forgot. A way to avoid being found. To disconnect. To welcome the cold over a warm coat while standing with alone.   It’s also a place for a rescue from flavored languages the last bus home while leaving behind suspicious glances, worn velvet movie seats and a three legged cat … More SPARKY

ONCE A YEAR

Festival day captures the heart of church bells, stirring the sedative village into boisterous frivolity. Adjoining terraces are decorated with multiple loud colors. Pigeons look down from rooftops. Shops are closed for the day. Paper banners rattle in the wind.   Revelers dance on shaded streets, celebrating generations of unchanged excitement. With arms entwined they … More ONCE A YEAR

PASSING THROUGH

Into the desert. Road signs peppered like a wasteland war. The air is solid with evenings coolness stepping in. Jack rabbits feet sing out an escape, hoping for luck. A lunar terrain, scattered with hungry plants and starving weeds.   The sun fell into a distant comfortable corner. Stars hold their distance, offering an occasional … More PASSING THROUGH

MARCHING

There was side stepping, avoiding a disaster. People pointed. Like thunder they moaned a noise like trees falling.  There was no far away when gathering started out flat and solid.  Hands with a cause formed an ocean like seaweed waving. Hearts of motion breathed energy. Eyes alighted like hungry animals. Their language one or two … More MARCHING

PATINA

It was called, “The Hotel.” Like a childhood friend known by one name. The lobby exhibited signs of artistic death.  There were overused red velvet chairs. A couch without cushions. Ceiling fans without life. Strips of wallpaper peeling Like a melting glacier. Many have passed through the thick wooden and glass doors onto black and … More PATINA

ONE PAST YESTERDAY

I pulled down a dream. Opened like a present. I feel a full sun warming me; breezes reinforce the moment. Beach grass bends to rhythm. Bicycles, open shirts, uncombed hair.  Faces without voices.  Water reflections. Warm freshly tarred roads. The fragrance of low tide. Corners without boundaries. Each day writes its own menu. Radios speak … More ONE PAST YESTERDAY