PASSING SILENT

eyes of clouds watched over me in faintest of darkness or summer shoreline, on equal or unequal ground, beneath the place I stand, wondering upward where currents swirl unnoticed above me as I glance into a vapor face passing without voice like the dreams I know in the invisible

NIGHT BATTLES

the eyes shut from exhaustion, releasing spirits from the darkness to war within, flashing concussive images, angled blinding lights and drums beating in dramatic fashion, anguished rhythms of air from my lungs, far from the innocent shoreline of sleep I once knew

LATER THERE IS NIGHT

subtracting the parts of day, the unfinished, early shadows, voices within, unanswered dreams, questions and morning coffee   it’s a swim against the elephant no one talks about, hearts holding grief and half promises while speaking to the waiting arms   of a soul who knows darkness comes first, and then the safety of night … More LATER THERE IS NIGHT

OVERLOOKED TRAVELER

a life in parenthesis   brittle remembrances of unlimited space, beyond the moon   considering which dreams to hold which mountains to avoid and roads to release   there were winds in full flight, an opus with voices, thin like the pages of a book dripping letters, forming words   a balance between a breath … More OVERLOOKED TRAVELER

SMALL AND GREAT

I lit a candle for comfort   its light overtakes the immediate darkness dispelling ghosts and phantoms   long shadows drip from the table   the flame dances with song   walls and corners fail at hiding from the single brightness   the light so small believes in its power to protect and expose

FINDING A WAY

Coasting on the thought highway searching for someplace else the chance to belong to soften the stubbornness of a granite heart   it’s a wintry night in summer while considering weak memories under cloudy skies   a full darkness holds the safety net where dreams are stolen from shadows as we try to breathe life … More FINDING A WAY

UNCHAINED

It was a stampede of wheels into a darkness thick as sand. The temperature sprayed heat long past the drop of sun. Engines like the coyote’s scream bring on chills. The cars race to a spot just beyond the edge of nothing. Wild songs dance with air. Bottle tops rain onto blacktop where rubber burns … More UNCHAINED

CROSSING OVER

She considered herself a life shadow, embracing long solitary moments; eyes open to darkness. Life had become a plausible intruder as she slept away painful images and the jest of youth. She was now an unstable passenger a fleshy veneer no longer frightened of the past. She suspected the end, though assured by faith, she … More CROSSING OVER

INSIDE

It appears as a savage darkness. A shadow heavily curtained, too lengthy to draw back. It’s a relevant spirit, a stranger, though not on the street, but within us, sewn into the web of our inner skin. Voices with many faces. Moods light and soft before changing into bottomless misgivings and lies. We feel it. … More INSIDE