SMALL AND GREAT

I lit a candle for comfort   its light overtakes the immediate darkness dispelling ghosts and phantoms   long shadows drip from the table   the flame dances with song   walls and corners fail at hiding from the single brightness   the light so small believes in its power to protect and expose Advertisements

JUST BY CHANCE

eventide appeared   its calmness balanced between back and forth waiting for a command a higher power stars and moon and maybe the sun   to exact the perfect template a framework of directions unspoken unrehearsed a play performed on the world stage unimpeded mostly unnoticed until it begins to move   as it always … More JUST BY CHANCE

BETWEEN THE PAGES

The books she loved and left behind for me were the beats of her heart   scattered randomly between pages were small notes she wrote of love and hate a first kiss lost loves death and pain youth spent choices fire and sand trust tears traveling alone pictures postcards received a diner dreams aging gracefully … More BETWEEN THE PAGES

NIGHTLY FAITH

Every evening he gazed up at evening stars whispering words he collected or a poem or song he was fond of watching the mist of his breath layer gently into cool air   and even if clouds blocked his view he continued to speak knowing the stars were still there  

SECOND FLOOR

A guitar with a sad sound creates a shadow with a soul a spirit song blending within the air in a room on the second floor overlooking traffic where the usual stick figures battle below within the stream of unremembered faces lacking interest yet directing themselves forward to the store or the corner some returning … More SECOND FLOOR

SIDEWALK AFTERNOON

There’s an element of searching   a strong unwritten text   reminders of miracles wasted in an alley or a hallway without lights where vapors dribble out confessions   like the street artist with a crooked crescent smile chalking his drawings providing them with a soul and eyes that follow   and a woman silent … More SIDEWALK AFTERNOON

HE WAS HERE

And then… he was gone   he took with him his voice and crooked smile   his welcoming eyes and calm purpose to all he met   he left behind his favorite hat a pen for writing a few books and a cat and dog that still look for him   sorrow fills in hard … More HE WAS HERE