WORDS

words slip through boundaries of light and shadow between fences posts past sleeping cats   words are strength from imagination fathoms   words become whispers in night   promises in morning   begging hurting believing following   into dreams yet to appear  

RUSTY SKELETON

voices descend through the fire escape   men wearing sleeveless t-shirts drink and smoke   women whisper   children stare to the sky where clouds shadow the alley   a cat sleeps resembling driftwood   pigeons gaze down from the rooftop   Latin music rich with aroma drifts from a window    

A GOOD PLAN

Yesterday’s pain looks up from underwater gasping for air from the previous day   black cats walk soft before the wall where the courageous the weak and those without voice stand   somewhere there’s a recovery net to catch the hopeless before striking the ground   a wide generous surface providing the first step forward … More A GOOD PLAN

WINTER FADES

A wedge or orange waits for morning fingers   a black cat at the screen door; a pinch of salt over the shoulder   same radio songs weather changes clouds always appear   last patch of snow in the shaded corner of the shed   a few buds up high on trees thrive where sunlight … More WINTER FADES

THE STRAY

He touched the side of me ocean eyes looking up from a gray face the alley was his home shadowed under day pulsing at night   across his face a twisted scar of courage and half of the right ear missing   he circled me shoulders balanced not a sound from the paws he was … More THE STRAY

A LINE DRAWN

It’s a slow step into cold air; the season twists out a new face. A cat meows at a half moon. Heaven hears the barking of angry dogs. Strands of mist stretch from street lights. Whispers rise from the alley. Window dressings slumber. Libraries welcome closing hours. Rain reduces the burden of clouds. Dead winter … More A LINE DRAWN

A FULL WASH

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

SPARKY

There’s a chance to enter forgot. A way to avoid being found. To disconnect. To welcome the cold over a warm coat while standing with alone.   It’s also a place for a rescue from flavored languages the last bus home while leaving behind suspicious glances, worn velvet movie seats and a three legged cat … More SPARKY

FACE OF NIGHT

Night, the mystery, the closed eyes of day where shadows appear larger and forbidding.  Lonely dogs send howls of sadness into cold air.  Cats prowl on silver paws. Street lights make an attempt to provide safety.  Corner clubs become revived with music. There is a chorus of moving tires and workers on buses.  Voices round … More FACE OF NIGHT

HIS PLACE

A back porch guitar man sends a song into an alley.  Sweat stains his hat and baptizes his shirt. He sings of cards, gin, smoke and lies. Sure fingers free the fear he protects.   Pigeons rustle nervously above. Strangers shuffle by, chasing last night’s dreams.  A cat circles a trach can.   He pushes … More HIS PLACE