Casual hands fill the void between the eventual start and the beginning of desired direction. We are pieces of land, scattered at the base of gravity. Colored in sections, strong with desire, sensitive to growth. We are casualties of all sizes, knocking at doors, attempting the great things by overcoming the loss. We are the … More TRY THE STORY
A cast iron sky stretched over uneven buildings and streets where hats tip low and mannequins resemble the living. Quiet thoughts trouble the air. Words twist over the procession of long coats and cigarette smoke; the hard walk of shoes demand a path. Shadows in corners whisper. Curtains hold onto voices, sharing secrets with water … More COLD AIR
Bring on the ancestral winds, the colliding of clouds with thunder rolling and breaking silent valleys and the souls of weak men. Let the deep of the deep surface, Let it breathe to the top and bring with it forceful sounds and the wet of rain and clean satin moisture promising to wash city dust … More CLOUDING UP
Blue heavens are always open above clouds. Far below voices linger, busily hurrying with little thought of arriving. A flat wax, misty day quiets the travelers holding handles and scratched metal poles, attempting to remain upright as the subway attacks their gravity. Trench coats and book bags sway as cars tunnel noisily through a labyrinth … More TRAVELERS
I awoke with a dream following me into day. A vapor of thoughts cheated out of sleep, pressed me while preparing under a dim light and morning haze, then chased my shadow out the door. A gnawing between my ears, like drums banging, rattled my thoughts to remember sleepy images. I hurried along, glancing behind … More VAPORS
Formations of greatness, bound in seed and watered without bias raising irregular unconstrained hands like an ocean lifting a sound with its body as waves clap approval and stretch a mounted force greater than fists or hate. Footsteps signal a movement, a start, the middle of going, a journey to be there. People … More SOUND BODY
The very first time I viewed the ocean, its blue arms pulled me with selfish compassion, forcing me into its waves like a present being unwrapped. Without loss I pressed back, capturing the waters around me. Like a friend, long lost, or a home distant, the ocean released a language for me to open upon … More UNTIL NOW
The engines of the great ship rumble below. Turning shafts and men shoveling coal propel us through black calm waters as we pulse forward under a half moon and scattered cotton clouds. The distant lights of Morocco dust the sky above the city. Nations gather in the streets, music rises but we hear only the … More JEBEL MUSA
Heavy, with the frame of a big man through a crowd, the storm front rolled in like horses running wild. Winds viciously slapped trees, lifting objects weak with weight into the turbulence of clotheslines dancing electric and windows rattling like angry snakes or unburied bones. Doors yielded to great pushes … More RUSTY HINGES
I saw a winking moon hide behind kingly pines where silence finds comfort in darkened leaning shadows and silver liquid beams slipped through thick boughs. Round and full faced that hanging around moon delivers light to forest paths guiding my way. Promising me a way … More WINKING MOON
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