Voices in the hallway soft like parchment falling to the floor muffled words pressing against morning air as shadows cross over cracked plaster walls there was an intentional restraint of voices creating a curious drama for those listening behind closed doors it sounded like promises were presented to return sighs of … More NOT SURE
Summer is the end of all rules where cottages have open window neighbors and late high flat clouds like rolled blankets signal days end but not the end of dreams its where youth has no regrets and mistakes are minor and blessings abundant
An unseasonable difference the bouquet of destiny crowded within the magic of sleep the region between unknown footsteps unsure voices while the fullness of gravity prevents the ability for touch this unexplained element of drama remains bazaar where particles of words raise the curtain on another morning
The moon dissolved over treetops the area is remote and wild a black night sky exposes the stars on a dark curved canopy dreams and wishes search for the desperate you can see the crest of the earth from here a place deserving of only a few … More LIMITED OFFER
There was a lifting of dreams, a rising of hope an overreach of memories. he was a velvet hitchhiker searching for relief. secret angels touch the soul of his shoulder guiding him away from creative misfortune he stands to the right of his shadow. as he witnesses the good within uncertain eyes. … More ONE STEP PAST
Night travel the vehicle of sleep a voyage beneath eyelids a place of forgiveness absent of answers voices remembered faces forgotten a little bit of heaven from a preachers heart the sound of hell from a gamblers hands favorable moons the burn of lemons and the taste of honey crossroads in the … More JUST UNDER
A song of night the slow creep of cars heading for the next town and wayside roads where broken hearts gather at an empty desert gas station someone reads “The Howl” out loud the fear and dreams we live up to bus driver’s work the road curious eyes imagine the release of … More CRESTED LIZARD
We are marked by our shoreline the footsteps left behind the ones dreamed of the seasons that began and others forgotten by choice tides washed us gently circling the waves never stopped synchronous beats smooth some troubled all beneath a humble moon
A motionless escape invisible freedoms discovered paupers enjoy the fragrance of roses and lavender as they contemplate the discipline of the earth stars follow the desperate while hope is the pollen of dreams
A spiritual journey of ease and discovery the opening of the obscure heart and innocence an inner sermon prospering on hope and delicate dreams of calm distant from whispers and swords the building back of faith from broken stars the hope of creating fires that bind and desires that never sleep
