WAITING MOMENTS

The alley weary brick lined its surface scarred the aroma of dampness lingering waits expectantly for its fraction of sunlight   never enough to heal the sordid lingering air like sidewalks wide streets or parks where children play   the alley is the center between buildings holding out for a few angled moments     … More WAITING MOMENTS

REGAL MOMENT

REGAL MOMENT     The hawk fearless aerial troubadour a solitary soldier overseeing conquering the air circling silently feathers against the sky bending into the curves observing the ground one within the currents patience unequaled dutiful to hereditary and family owning the right moment descending with accurate speed securing the ability to succeed

ASHES AND AIR

The line thrown onto still waters half a chance to win   every place has a name a marking to be found   water circles the ankles a baptismal washing into beauty the opening of the eyes   we eventually discover the end of the road back where we started   the first breath relived … More ASHES AND AIR

MY BEDROOM

Next door mumbled thoughts leak through cracked plaster into my stale air   fevered dark shades of anger rise like storms born of heat then coldly pass   blinking neon breathing lights flash to the wall soundless and dead   hidden pipes suffer with song like tenors coaxing tears out of the weak

ON AND THROUGH

Speeding reckless tires, wheels of escape, the meaning of someplace else; answers between mileage markers. Humid breezes flip through the car. A lightening chrome grill pushes hard through stale air, biting it in half, it twists down the side of the car forming coils of tornadoes. Dashboard Madonna. Rearview mirror rabbit’s foot. Empty pockets hold … More ON AND THROUGH

ALMOST OVERHEAD

There was a caution in the air. A thin front of yellow yielded to heavy black layers of a disruptive sky crawling menacingly above. Thunder sounded from the hands of trauma, releasing repeated detonations. The calm surface air quickly became an unlikely opportunity for safety. Nature began to carve out its design of strength in … More ALMOST OVERHEAD

MY POINT

It was a drama unfolding, an energy of words on the attack, like a fountain of urchins catapulting in air creating and irregular sky. Abstract people shapes resembled stick drawings waving hands and arms like newspapers going aloft; creatures of thought, working the stream.  There was no refuge from the granite of opinions, as the … More MY POINT

FALLEN ANGELS

Railroad cars rattle to an uncomfortable stop.  The heartless metal boxcars release a few late night traveling souls. The aroma of pitch and diesel fuel permeates cool air.  Chameleon eyes survey temporary grounds for displaced scarecrows.  Torn outer coats, shirts without buttons, uneasy hats all possess that insistent hunger common to all. They walk to … More FALLEN ANGELS

FURIOUS

It was a train in the sky. A thunderous ballad of unscripted percussions of warm and cold colliding; an influence without equal.  The oncoming front sounded like a thousand warriors. running hard. Leaves turned over.  Windows slammed shut.  Animals sought shelter. A sequence of distant low frequency explosions pressed the air. There is no resolve … More FURIOUS

OPEN FOR A CHANCE

Just past midnight there’s a revival of stragglers and empty pocket musicians at a corner diner where the boisterous aroma of grease and burnt toast fill stagnant air. Writers with frayed collars, artists wearing scuffed shoes and actors not yet acting sit on red vinyl seats around black formica tables.  There is rebellion in crooked … More OPEN FOR A CHANCE