UPSTREAM

There’s no bottom to the city   treeless empty lots   broken stone trash and puddles where buildings were planned to reach the moon and stars   sidewalk people swim upstream in both directions without order searching for a place   sirens help or prevent   subways rattle breathing heavy stoic faces anxious hands

OVER AND AROUND

It was a summer day spent away on a road without names or numbers an unknown destination absent of stress a wind away from the start a breath nearer to the end a back road where long shadows are welcome and night breezes welcome the passage of gardenias and the sound of very little or … More OVER AND AROUND

WALKING THROUGH

In the forest, under a canopy of boughs, rain creates a symphony as a portion of the sky falls.  The moisture provides a density buffering all sounds.  In the shadows there is calm; a noiseless base.  Birds have secured sanctuary.  Footsteps move quietly over damp leaves and twigs; dryness removed. A distant rumble of thunder … More WALKING THROUGH

A MOMENT ALONE

Rain with feeling sounded on my head, running through my hair, dripping with random lines onto my face, like tears without reason, they course onto my shirt. The ground glistens, painted clean, each object baptized with water; the opening sound of wind builds like an orchestra warming for night.   The sky soon reopens with … More A MOMENT ALONE

ONE VOICE

There is a beautiful between sunset and the pulling arms of night. Where a whisper breaches the veils of soft light and willow branch lips release satin thoughts.   Turquoise eyes swim in the wander of catching shadows while we stand under a failing gray sky, listening to quiet.   A ballet of hands dance … More ONE VOICE

HEAVY WEATHER

A low rumbling, a quiet menace brooding on the horizon.   A language of sounds, partial to heaven, bearing ominous clouds above the reach of man.   Evil markings retire day’s shadows, relinquishing space to a greater force; heavy weather stirs in eyes gazing upward.   Hands cover heads and faces as rain presses the … More HEAVY WEATHER

AT THE TOP

His arms were roots, thirsty for water; its color and taste indifferent to his lust.   His hair boasted unruliness, dry and odd shaped, like unkempt fields leaning from wild winds.   He disconnected himself, inventing sounds from tears while his skin was sore from long work and seeing empty plates and passing rocks that … More AT THE TOP

OUT THERE

I vision a place safe without loss, the beginning of new, the opening on all sides where anyone can relax and sing. It’s a shadow of a place, harbored beyond envy and hate, turmoil and strife. It’s the next train with an open boxcar.  A bus sounding loud on a dusty road.  A car with … More OUT THERE

SKY SHOW

A wind voice caught me out, scratching my window, drawing on the glass with wet finger branches. The sun in on vacation.  Somewhere behind cumulous mountains, shining elsewhere on children and cats. Winds buffet in an attempt to separate what man has built. Gray scud clouds slip the wetted land. Puddles reflect between ripples a … More SKY SHOW

UNCHALLANGED

There was an assembly of winds colliding silently within the mists of one another.  Gray steel clouds disappeared then quickly reformed into an angry turbulent sky. Fields of turned soil blackened over like early night when shadows fade in the presence of half light. A crumbling sun slipped from view, proving boundaries have no limits … More UNCHALLANGED