MY POINT

It was a drama unfolding, an energy of words on the attack, like a fountain of urchins catapulting in air creating and irregular sky. Abstract people shapes resembled stick drawings waving hands and arms like newspapers going aloft; creatures of thought, working the stream.  There was no refuge from the granite of opinions, as the … More MY POINT

FALLEN ANGELS

Railroad cars rattle to an uncomfortable stop.  The heartless metal boxcars release a few late night traveling souls. The aroma of pitch and diesel fuel permeates cool air.  Chameleon eyes survey temporary grounds for displaced scarecrows.  Torn outer coats, shirts without buttons, uneasy hats all possess that insistent hunger common to all. They walk to … More FALLEN ANGELS

COMMAND

The bow carved a sharp signature through oceans charm; a moment of perfection.   It was a revival of solitude, a refuge, seamless, unhurried, exposing soft edges.   The wind was well mannered. The boat maintained its space, cutting a pathway from inspired design, slicing through without compromise.   The rudder boasts a worthy thirst, … More COMMAND

FURIOUS

It was a train in the sky. A thunderous ballad of unscripted percussions of warm and cold colliding; an influence without equal.  The oncoming front sounded like a thousand warriors. running hard. Leaves turned over.  Windows slammed shut.  Animals sought shelter. A sequence of distant low frequency explosions pressed the air. There is no resolve … More FURIOUS

OPEN FOR A CHANCE

Just past midnight there’s a revival of stragglers and empty pocket musicians at a corner diner where the boisterous aroma of grease and burnt toast fill stagnant air. Writers with frayed collars, artists wearing scuffed shoes and actors not yet acting sit on red vinyl seats around black formica tables.  There is rebellion in crooked … More OPEN FOR A CHANCE

DANCING SHADOWS

A sandy path boarded by rose bushes. A curved half black dome above, painted with stars from distant galaxies. Up ahead, flames from a bonfire beckon us closer. The heat presses us when we are several feet from its heart.  Blankets with lovers and friends gather. Sparks explode into cool air, fighting to remain alive … More DANCING SHADOWS

INTO THE CENTER

Back roads of dust break into my dreams, dividing me. I fall into waters of the past; temporary ground with shallow allotments of time. Like ships running aground, I relive fleeting sections of thoughts wrapped in vines of voices. It’s all a stage of featured impulses holding center court, like lyrical messages on the shorelines … More INTO THE CENTER

EACH CORNER

There was a glass reflection of sky and overhanging branches as we passaged down river, slipping through calm water; an excursion through nature’s lyrics. Each wide corner revealed another portrait in perfect color; small gatherings of birds swept silently above. There was a balance.  A quiet tempest of greatness.  An undercurrent of power not seen. … More EACH CORNER

WAITING

The piano room was a glass slipper waiting for perfect hands to free the sound. Sunlight through the curtains spread a yellow pollen-like glaze over the furniture. Books lining shelves resurrected the curious. The room possessed an unexplained magnetism. A place for the temporary soul to embark on an expedition of heart. A grand oriental … More WAITING

AMBER SEAS

It’s where the earth intersects with clear geometric lines. Grand dominant swaths of fields flowing with wheat, gold and majestic, swimming lazily under a deep blue sky.   Oceans of wheat, their tops waving in rhythm toward a distance far beyond.   Buried deep below are the remnants of ancient rivers and lakes, feeding to … More AMBER SEAS