REINVENTING

you surrender to the story, a collision of opinions slipping through cerebral picket fences while avoiding the bad dog of loneliness pretending again for a new ending to the fire and madness, the undercurrent of failings, remembering the good of what should be the best part of any dance as your arms reach around to … More REINVENTING

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SEPARATE PATHS

the words ceased like the flame from a candle, once bright now a line of swirling gray smoke   the silence between them was unbalanced resembling the uncommon brick on the wall   each soul unprepared for despair or a miracle, summer or winter   but, it was trenched in cold, the autumn of rain … More SEPARATE PATHS

MY FATHER

He was a mountain of few words a river flowing through the house, mostly out. Conversations were awkward creating uncomfortable moments, too many to count. His love was his work a place he escaped to without guilt of leaving those behind, considering it his duty; I knew he would rather be somewhere else. He grew … More MY FATHER

LIKE YOU, LIKE ME

under a crescent moon strangers find company with me   like and open window where caution is fleeting, long on chances short on faith and explanations failing   we are performers with blurred experience, cold to the skin like wet gauze or a spotlight on a road searching for a comfortable end

FALLING AWAY

words I know falling on me from clouds and infinity skies like blizzards of fire or moonlit letters of shadowed memories flowing down reminding, slipping within morning and evening buried in the breath under every sun and moon recalling the moments never to return

SEPARATING WITH STRENGTH

after the fire we are ashes, airborne, tumbling, gray flake shadows barley an image a winged spirit over the wall to the other side hiding in plane sight pounding out a direction to another place angry, but free accepting the thunder and the sun          

IT IS THE END

night, a silent voice   eyes fold satin smooth   chances and memories walk across thoughts to the other side   destiny and legacy hold the cards   as impatience opens another door into a large room of what was lost with a small box of what was found            

THERE BEFORE US

each year a roadside meadow bordered by stonewalls breathes a harvest of wild flowers and weeds sharing soil and space rain and wind seasons of change providing evidence of a glorious gift      

OTHER SIDE

early stillness city awakening neon’s blink off apartment lights on a few cars and a cat   warm street air pigeons pass overhead red brick walls slate steps alley doors aroma of bacon and coffee stagnate puddles grease and diesel fumes   sun rising over rivers horizon stepping slowly from earths other side