EAST STREET

unashamed smoky alleys, rock walls overlook back porch squatters   pigeons wary of a changing breeze and strangers without wings garble a frightened message taking flight   barred windows, forgotten garbage, and bells ringing, signal the top of the hour;   for some the end, others, late for dinner

FROM ABOVE

the bones of words remain behind like rumpled sheets without memory of sleep as day tosses a mixed salad of walking and arriving   the hours melt into the water of day   time slows for anxious eyes while rain marks windows and umbrellas below splashing on buses sizzling off neon’s   coats of color … More FROM ABOVE

UPSTREAM

There’s no bottom to the city   treeless empty lots   broken stone trash and puddles where buildings were planned to reach the moon and stars   sidewalk people swim upstream in both directions without order searching for a place   sirens help or prevent   subways rattle breathing heavy stoic faces anxious hands

NEXT STREET OVER

The memory place. A filling in of the in-between with disarmingly haunting voices wrapped in frail burlap.  A cooperative sadness strives to overtake.  Faces like mannequins appear with irregularity, easing the initial pains of those left behind; everyone’s looking for a familiar song. Red brick walls with a faded ad stares from the second floor; … More NEXT STREET OVER

MIXED AND EQUAL

Sealed within the envelope of night is a common indifference. Shadows appear equal. A corner musician pulls at the strangers eyes. Coins in the hat drinks for a night a city bus with sleepers roars by. Skelton road crews work for food. A walk between the avenues, neon signs wave welcome subways rumble below, buses … More MIXED AND EQUAL

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

NO HARM IN LEAVING

Shadowy unruly pendants; the tales of fate misguided, the language of drowning without answers. Like potted houseplants turning into the sun, people wait for that taste of a good watering.   Every corner holds the treasure for an attempted escape. A piano without tune falls silent. A ceiling fan spins out of boredom.  A floor … More NO HARM IN LEAVING

OUT THERE

From the top of the stairs an opening appears, past street lights and buildings without windows.  A rippled blanket of dusty air turns up after trucks and buses. Humidity attacks the skin with the local flavor from back alleys and abandoned trash. A screen door slaps shut.  A voice rises above the din of traffic … More OUT THERE

ALWAYS AROUND

Early morning winds. The signature of change. Branches sway under invisible force proving winds visible actions. There are no lines of streaming; randomness is consistently present. From all sides it pushes.  Objects may divert its path, but never restrict its intent.  Its pattern is untraceable, regardless of science, it changes without reason.  It curves within … More ALWAYS AROUND

OPEN HARVEST

He was a life less used.  A flower rejecting water.  He considers himself a square, surrounded by a circle; room to stretch but never enough to change position.   The drumming of his words sway like wheat heads driven by random winds as his words release, explaining the unnecessary.   He drums his fingers on … More OPEN HARVEST