LINEN SONG

fair winds circled past open windows teasing checked and striped curtains snapping their ends against red stained brick walls signaling like a ship messages to the sky  

RIGHT THERE

the gravity of shadows is a novelty of brilliance a triumph conquering all surfaces clinging with conscious desire following colliding passing over never complaining faithful right to the end

PASSING THROUGH

Over the desert floor high wires hum in monotone   supported by steel frames passing messages relaying news births and deaths   far below snakes and insects sage brush abandoned cars pieces of the unknown footprints broken glass a shoe and a shovel        

WORDS

words slip through boundaries of light and shadow between fences posts past sleeping cats   words are strength from imagination fathoms   words become whispers in night   promises in morning   begging hurting believing following   into dreams yet to appear  

RUSTY SKELETON

voices descend through the fire escape   men wearing sleeveless t-shirts drink and smoke   women whisper   children stare to the sky where clouds shadow the alley   a cat sleeps resembling driftwood   pigeons gaze down from the rooftop   Latin music rich with aroma drifts from a window    

A QUIET STAND

she is stone   a weeping of messages from the hard side of time   she is a half open door an envelope unsealed   passion fire burns within   her tears are jewels spilled to the floor                     broken. weeping crystals, messages from time; the … More A QUIET STAND

OVERVIEW

OVERVIEW     the moon commands highways of ocean currents   forming waves   those momentary curled masses of random strength splashing languages onto ancient shorelines from somewhere deep   creating footprints during the highs and lows                        

FREEZE FRAME

  black and white photos of my youth under a dominant sun with uncombed hair barefoot open shirts dirt roads to beaches bridges and paths to discover before porch lights snap on and bonfires send sparks to heavens floor                    

JUST A FEW SECONDS

A stretch of clouds created for a brief moment a perfect opening   a separation of white and gray   a gift of silence revealing a distant blue ceiling mostly unnoticed   as the clouds quietly reformed into a white flat unbroken carpet