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 song of night the slow creep of cars heading for the next town and wayside roads where broken hearts gather at an empty desert gas station someone reads “The Howl” out loud the fear and dreams we live up to bus driver’s work the road curious eyes imagine the release of … More CRESTED LIZARD
It’s a song for the night. The slow creep of a high tide as the last car heads for the next town. Wayside diners and broken hearts gather on empty at a desert gas station. Someone reads The Howl out loud; it’s the fear and the dreams we live up to. Steel mills steam alive … More CRESTED LIZARD
A wave of voices claims pastures of air lifting up songs of worship and praise encouraging the downcast while healing broken hearts. The choir reaches into willing souls with keys shaped like notes turning locks and setting loose with words the breath of life.