THIS PLACE

seclusion is my inspiration of alone unbroken time, a silent bloom to create, construct and listen to winds and waves while considering the advice from clouds under a galaxy of private space with incense of thought filling corners, walking over crossroads

EMPTY STOMACH

turn arounds where roads end like poor decisions and empty pockets where dreams the size of mountains fall from the sky melting into an ocean under a moon where new roads fail to create change from unaccepting disapproving eyes while repressing sadness and an empty stomach

FOR JUST A MOMENT

he crosses all seasons,   jagged paths stitched to paper maps   past meadows cleared by hands   towns with forgotten names iron fence posts empty buildings exhausted like a defeated fighter   one more corner and another, following after like a wheel off balance, desiring a warm cup of coffee to heal the wounds … More FOR JUST A MOMENT

JUST ME

solitary,   being alone when surrounded,   mourning without tears,   reliving the past while believing the first words of the relationship can be repeated   remembering when pockets were full of sun and moon reflecting the glass of a calm ocean as birds swarmed overhead proving miracles did exist

CORNER SAFE

withdrawn,   the language of comfort, facing into a corner   a journey of eyes closed and hands pressed tightly securing darkness,   where walls meet as solid agents and silent sentinels,   providing firm support without affection, available without reservation  

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

YOUR OWN ECHO

when alone the only voice returning is an echo, the strangeness of a familiar chord to argue with, show sympathy to or scold   each pause, no matter how uncomfortable, promotes an opening for rebuttal, the opportunity to gain favor between reality and shadows  

TODAY…OR TOMORROW

…the beginning of finding the step left behind the curtain untouched the magic uncovered   there’s a long walk without reason or direction   a time buried in alone   a door offering release   questions fill the pockets answers hope for friends   search is the escape from the crossroads   a subtle direction … More TODAY…OR TOMORROW

STAY AWAY

The desert curls itself up flat at night   an uncaring landscape off sand and spiders   day’s heat retreats into silence, leaving behind a numbing cold   cacti stand guard over nothing   snakes slither into holes under useless rocks   scavenger animals prowl without much to show   the terrain is life without … More STAY AWAY

LOOK HERE

I found a glove folded behind a chair opening it as if it were alive I expected it to reach for my hand leading pointing guiding me to a safer place, places we visited where hands waved hello and goodbye   I laid it on the table alone, like me hoping your return will reunite … More LOOK HERE