In the corners of the desert whispers drain out as sweat becomes the turpentine from unnecessary movement   desert flowers draw on moisture in the air   bones lost in storms become the crossroads of the hunted   each direction is an unknown destination while the lost and stubborn follow the moon   tears stain … More STEP THIS WAY


There’s a crossroad junction in west Texas a place far away from most of what we know a place with partially paved country roads stretching true to the compass and a few wild flowers growing like crooked fingers at the base of four stop signs   every direction has a city at its end with … More FROM HERE


The back surface of roads the lost brother of travel the flats where crossroads connect unevenly in chaos a point of standing stranded out of position   rest areas, concrete tables chained garbage cans a sterile living room absent of comfort.   cars park lovers confess secrets while drinking warm beer   there’s a casual … More LONG AND FLAT


Car lights break onto the road, clearing a path to the next place. Road signs rise and fade.  The radio pulses the air, tossing sounds onto passing driveways and street corners; street lights blanch a small circle of temporary safety.   Strangers are willows, bending to the course of their travel. They smile without reason, … More HERE TO THERE


Morning pressed in with an undercurrent of calmness, like the repose of a folded napkin next to an empty plate. Windows encourage light. The room undergoes change. Colors appear, revealing life beyond evening grays and the dark of night. Dreams of sadness become absorbed into the arms of daylight. The crossroads of sleep to standing … More THE ENGINE WITHIN


I own the crossroads, the place of left and right, the straight and narrow, high crested curved roads and paths under rock gray clouds in valleys shared by yesterdays moon and breezes quick and cool with dust from boots traveling in circles and riding to lonely places and diners filled with searching and suspicions and … More CROSSROADS