A GREAT TREE

He was a stranger to most. Few knew his name.  He stood full.  Broad shoulders.  A man without a boyhood.  Capable hands scared from hard work.  He was between young and old.  Thick wavy hair. Wire rimmed glasses; searching, curious eyes. Goodness in his voice.  Mountains climbed and rivers explored.  No mention of family no … More A GREAT TREE

THIS WAY

A soft shoe slips the floor, pushing aside sawdust and broken promises; the cost of today releases the cash for night. Empty back pockets hold dreams without conviction.  Black sunglasses shape the truth.  Pearly white smiles spread a net; the hungry listen to anything, full stomachs walk by. Street vendors speak the truth.  Its a … More THIS WAY

UNCOMMON CORNERS

We are grains of sand. Marked within the glass. A gathering of what’s behind, out of reach, as one more grain tumbles, brushing against broken thoughts and lies we turned into truth.  There are doors we locked and clouds we pointed at; road signs desperate to advise.  Another grain of names slips thorough, some forgotten … More UNCOMMON CORNERS

CRESTED LIZARD

It’s a song for the night.  The slow creep of a high tide as the last car heads for the next town.  Wayside diners and broken hearts gather on empty at a desert gas station.  Someone reads The Howl out loud; it’s the fear and the dreams we live up to.  Steel mills steam alive … More CRESTED LIZARD

NIGHT CRAWLERS

The train lunged in and out of order.  Heads swayed like displaced seaweed mocking gravity.  The stars and moon remained in place.  Thick metal wheels turn with conviction.  There is no shame for those asleep, leaning onto windows, newspapers for pillows. The miles create a low hum.  The engine possesses a pure heart. White smoke … More NIGHT CRAWLERS

A BELL RUNG

He thought greatly of himself. His phrases and finger pointing attempted to fill the nothingness beneath his shirt.  He was respective of others as long as they listened to him.  His neckties were bright and his eyes fired from a burn on his tongue.  Business was his business but no one knew what business. The … More A BELL RUNG

ONE MORE TIME

Bring the grave to the steps and the memories will follow; sun stained wallpaper and leaded windows fade, but not your name. There’s something in my pocket, a note from you and a penciled smile from a name lifted from earth.   I forgot the sound of your voice but remember your joy on a … More ONE MORE TIME

HOLDING THE LINE

There was little understanding between them and him. What was discussed fell fallow. Them pressed the point to him. He knew the choice of them and their kind, “join them or flounder alone.” This was not for him.  He would warm under a blanket of without, and remain in division. Them held strong the line, … More HOLDING THE LINE

STAGE LEFT

The song.  Unaffected. Opens like spring.  Formed from vines grasping at the answer to words.  Rhythms without explanations.  A sense of beauty, full of individual reason.  A flag of intention.  A banner to gather voices rising for the occasion. Full verses.  Empty hearts. A recipe of melancholy. Winds ebb in favor of voices.  Hands raised.  … More STAGE LEFT

SAND STRENGTH

A stirring within the water. A pattern of signatures overwhelming the passage of a turbulent surface. Consequences foretold.  The opening of truth is not always accepted.  Hands cut from stone, granite facts, like swimming underwater against strong currents.   A mirror becomes the vestibule of confessions, releasing waves of who we thought we might be … More SAND STRENGTH