Winds circle wheat tops twisting stems into spasms like thieves running over dried leaves and dead branches sunshine strikes window surfaces when passing clouds allow percussion’s of light to pass around dense mist the ground thirsts for rain the blood of soil Advertisements
Charcoal shadows lay flat like iron sprayed across walls then spills silently onto a fallowed field suffering from a lack of love. a blood sun spreads warm rivers over streets and sides of tired brick buildings. an emotional wind creates sounds resembling whispered words pushed through fences and back porch screens.
From the heart a factory of tears where walls rebound or block. The eyes watch the hands fall away; they see better in darkness. Each breath folds into corners as voices pull at the blood to speak edging out truth and lies. Ears hold the place of faraway; the last words become the knife separating … More THE START OF ALWAYS
A muddy river, thick with silt, half trees and trash, flows slowly past the city, slipping under bridges, competing with barges, rolling through like in dreams when you feel your running underwater. Docks and spits of land reach out at the passing debris; bulldogs inspecting their next meal. Stone legs from a train overpass push … More POUNDING WATER
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
The favor of rain washed the city. Wandering masquerades of hats and umbrellas blossom the storm. Vehicle horns curse the air. Sewer covers are the genius of casual art work. Steam pipes eject from below the devils exhaust. Puddles reflect the sky, passing tires shatter the image. Linens smoothly wave themselves dry. A cat warms … More A FULL WASH
The darkened museum was an effusion of history and rare artifacts. The floors were well-worn from observers and lovers of art. Paintings, warriors swords and pottery was exhibited in corners or on platforms with detailed descriptions. In one display, a black antique typewriter, a publishing piano, creating concerts of words, striking to the marrow of … More THE SOUND OF KEYS
The intent of a rising sun encourages the impatience out of night. From the abyss of dreams we are renewed, like ribbons unraveling while lifted from the floor. A part of us protests, exciting the brimstone from and anxious song we hum while putting on ragged jeans a chain and a cross. Tattoos tell a … More UP