THE HOPEFUL

Backyard hideaway supporting wings of travel flags turned flat and straight clouds above roll out mercy while angels move swiftly overhead as the earth continues to turn underneath those in need   where wishes find passage into the softness of the praying soul discovering gold under the diamonds of eyes full of promise.     … More THE HOPEFUL

LOOKING INTO

There are mountains to behold some soft others of granite messages hidden within the folds of clouds   some open doors worth forgetting closed ones we forgot to open   a watershed of voices replaced by empty chairs by those passing to the other side   we celebrated their life favoring the moments while looking … More LOOKING INTO

A SINGLE PLACE

A secret word passing within the in between like smoke drifting through an alley or the shadow of an angel crossing over   the stillness defies gravity opening like a day lily providing  an inward glance   of the sought after the searched for the thought captured for a brief second   …its all that’s … More A SINGLE PLACE

ONE STEP PAST

There was a lifting of dreams, a rising of hope an overreach of memories.   he was a velvet hitchhiker searching for relief.   secret angels touch the soul of his shoulder guiding him away from creative misfortune   he stands to the right of his shadow. as he witnesses the good within uncertain eyes. … More ONE STEP PAST

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

OVER HERE

A place strong like a river   surroundings soft on the eyes and easy on the hands   drawing out the best of long fields where sunsets command a second look and rains are infrequent   while angels harmonize in the scent of lavender dissolving the unknown

RECOVERY

Desolate promises the unexpected highlight of yesterday the inherited creation for the newness of today   it was a narrative without stop a gift of holding onto where whispers become words and night has no fears   the strength of rivers provides no answers while distant moons release abandoned angels into the hearts thirsting for … More RECOVERY

CUTTING A PATH

Sailing ships full sails sliding through blue and green waves divide into exhaustion song of wind never the same strong hands mast the desire of motion angles break apart clouds add fuel the earth turns under the surface rope and wood fuel and fury heaven moves aside angels applaud  

FALLING THROUGH

The area between dreams is the thirst of sleepers. They drink in the invisible waiting for troubled angels to produce from silvery darkness a face in the mirror a nameless misfortune or the salt of visions with piercing shadows, and familiar voices; the wrinkles of life not available during the day.        

OPEN ABOVE

A fallen sun drowned in black. Iron painted sky, the hammers of thunderstorms hidden within. Angel wings fall from heaven. Insane nightmares scream through canyon walls. Monsters live in the rush of rain; green blue waters hemorrhage mud brown. Cymbal crashing winds sever branches. The storm consumes the weak and unstable.   The orchestra of … More OPEN ABOVE