HALF SMILE

Rodeo days slip into his dreams   he owns a crooked walk from a youth of injuries   unshaven   a tipped hat frayed collar faithful jeans boots full of stories   wrinkles honor him of places forgotten and doors left open   dogs watch him without growling as he moves on.       … More HALF SMILE

WORDS

words slip through boundaries of light and shadow between fences posts past sleeping cats   words are strength from imagination fathoms   words become whispers in night   promises in morning   begging hurting believing following   into dreams yet to appear  

BETWEEN THE PAGES

The books she loved and left behind for me were the beats of her heart   scattered randomly between pages were small notes she wrote of love and hate a first kiss lost loves death and pain youth spent choices fire and sand trust tears traveling alone pictures postcards received a diner dreams aging gracefully … More BETWEEN THE PAGES

OUT THERE

A shred of sunlight a mystery rising without song halting dreams for another time   eyes open like day lilies testing morning   you get in the car go beyond where you should be under approaching clouds and the edge of limits   pushing hard stirring the dust   past words like “come back”  

COMMON GROUND

We are students on the edge roots of voices found like a river consuming broken unedited souls   it’s a journey of communion leaning away from the fall tempting mercy under uncertain clouds while feeling like a fallen shingle from the sky   there is no center of regret to rest on only a sharp … More COMMON GROUND

NOT SURE

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

SOFT DAYS AND NIGHTS

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        

WITHIN THIS

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  

LIMITED OFFER

    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

ONE STEP PAST

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