I found a glove folded behind a chair opening it as if it were alive I expected it to reach for my hand leading pointing guiding me to a safer place, places we visited where hands waved hello and goodbye I laid it on the table alone, like me hoping your return will reunite … More LOOK HERE
There’s a crossroad junction in west Texas a place far away from most of what we know a place with partially paved country roads stretching true to the compass and a few wild flowers growing like crooked fingers at the base of four stop signs every direction has a city at its end with … More FROM HERE
There was a meeting of loose waters tumbling words captured from streams overflowing looking inward to brilliance and tears stirring the imperfect dreams and shadowed corners awake they brought to the surface what was always there
Sometimes, sometimes no one is home on the inside of me where my voice has no return from the words released the inside shadow finds no shadow the echo of a name a voice I always thought responded back from a corner I knew by comfort where my eyes knew every blemish … More PAST DUE
Charcoal shadows lay flat like iron sprayed across walls then spills silently onto a fallowed field suffering from a lack of love. a blood sun spreads warm rivers over streets and sides of tired brick buildings. an emotional wind creates sounds resembling whispered words pushed through fences and back porch screens.
Early winds signatures of change branches sway under invisible forces from all sides pushes past objects never restricted intent always direct untraceable altering without reason curving through cities tumbling into canyons unimpeded over deserts
It was a mountain you thought to be climbed it was then and then it was gone an idea of this and that became a without it was a river to cross shallow and swift the vision became clear by putting the best parts forward it was a sound playing over and over long before … More CLOSE BY
Dust rose in menacing circles behind the car; generations of travel brushed to the roadside. Truck lights create lonely shadows. Bleary eyes crave coffee; the liquid toothpicks of temporary vision. Hitchhikers seek the ride of hope, their boots worn down to sandals as they desire other places. Forgiveness is far from home. Familiar voices are … More DOWN AND AWAY