WALKING HOME

A slap of cold air bruised blue the covering of my skin   A bullying wind caught me by the neck twisting my hat   yesterday’s newspaper jumped from the grasp of a fence lodging at my ankles like a homeless pup   night pulls dark over my steps.           Advertisements

NOT SURE

Voices in the hallway soft like parchment falling to the floor   muffled words pressing against morning air as shadows cross over cracked plaster walls   there was an intentional restraint of voices creating a curious drama for those listening behind closed doors   it sounded like promises were presented to return   sighs of … More NOT SURE

A GOOD PLAN

Yesterday’s pain looks up from underwater gasping for air from the previous day   black cats walk soft before the wall where the courageous the weak and those without voice stand   somewhere there’s a recovery net to catch the hopeless before striking the ground   a wide generous surface providing the first step forward … More A GOOD PLAN

ALL SEEING

The trees see everything observing the hunter and the prey   the fox pauses, his nose sensing the air then presses on as a rabbit holds court in silence   the ground is moist, below the surface winter retains its hold   twigs lay scattered from icy winds and leaves carpet the moss providing protection … More ALL SEEING

IN FULL VIEW

It’s the river thick with flow a moving mass of air over motion full of whispers shadowed in the past of me near where street cars pound metal and smoke stacks send signals raining soot in alleys and corners where pain and sweat speak of days of youth once thought never to end where prayers … More IN FULL VIEW

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    

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