My blood is dirt. Open crushed ground of footprints. Songs filter through ages of gravel, into stories, forming well worn paths.   Ancient voices. Father’s I never knew. Messages on stone; the year of coming and then the last.   Brothers, sisters, the images continue beyond the stone, covered below in dark and dust.   … More SOMEPLACE


MOVING BEYOND His hands were soft, unused. Heavy labor failed with him.  His eyes were volumes of quiet words. There was a presence of confidence, though slight like random breezes. His shirt was weather thinned. Shoes labored with dirt from long roads. His hat was faded by the suns attack. He half smiled, agreeing not … More MOVING BEYOND