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 Advertisements

STANDING STRENGTH

My pen delights me, stirring within the cast of granite to speak of a father I knew, raising children; three meteors rising. He was humility possessing deep waters overlooking faults and premises of promises, drowning out failed expectations avoiding anger while entertaining uprightness. He was solid with love caring for the blood of his blood … More STANDING STRENGTH

INSIDE

It appears as a savage darkness. A shadow heavily curtained, too lengthy to draw back. It’s a relevant spirit, a stranger, though not on the street, but within us, sewn into the web of our inner skin. Voices with many faces. Moods light and soft before changing into bottomless misgivings and lies. We feel it. … More INSIDE

CLEANING UP

Rain waxes the sidewalk to an earthly shine.  Black clouds spell out a beating.  Rivers open their mouths.  Streams pray to grow. Umbrellas begin to appear, preparing to spring into action.  Women begin to hurry for cover.  Men walk as if the sun were shinning.  Kids splash the anger out of puddles.  Eyes look down … More CLEANING UP

BEFORE AND AFTER

Her song pressed out what was good, speaking about night and alone And how to make the giants go away. Her anger was mild and her forgiveness peppered with flavor from street Lights and city traffic, yet she exhibited a cruel disturbance, like chaos by the numbers; a painting of sadness.  She warned that dust … More BEFORE AND AFTER

ANOTHER PLACE

I have a legend with the road. A connection with dust from parking lots and narrow alleys.  I know something about flat tires and vacant store fronts where change and loss hold onto empty.  Faraway places never consider these places.  A suffering evening sky labors at placing stars into night. Mountain shadows, appearing like sleeping … More ANOTHER PLACE

BACK ROOM

A low light struggles to create shadows. Curtains hang lifeless before an open window. A radio in a back room whispers out a sound between static and humid air. Men gather, choosing favorite chairs. Cigarette and cigar smoke drifts up forming its own cloud. Working calloused hands hold weathered playing cards. Suspicious and curious eyes … More BACK ROOM

PATIENCE WAITING

We face a day of crossings, a full plate of unmatched space.  A highway of the next day, wanting answers before the corners are reached.  Decisions require a force to continue. It’s a dry day with an open horizon.  A few thin clouds too weak to cast shadows.  We strike out. Moving forward draws deep … More PATIENCE WAITING

WORDS WE SPEAK

It’s how we speak that tells a tale either filled with honor or full of despair.   Words that spill from our mouths assist the weak the lonely or sick or can cut to the bone with anger and guilt.   Words create the chance for change to begin your life by walking in faith. … More WORDS WE SPEAK