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