MY ROCK

It’s my shoreline.  A place of footsteps and whispers, high clouds, blue cobalt skies, forever horizon; it’s a song I live.  A moment brings me in, an hour holds me tight.  It’s a place without time, without changing, it holds the strength of me.  I am the shadow of here. I stand on the edge … More MY ROCK

DESERT MOON

There’s a shadow in the desert; secrets under the sand and a moon encouraging worship. Winds from a distance, unwanted and cold. Creature side tracks scatter to survive. Everything that breathes must be strong; life is the gold of survival. A forbidden land.  Wide boundaries. No fences.  Safety is unknown. Water escapes the lost.  Crying … More DESERT MOON

BETWEEN DROPS

The march of umbrellas.  Half stretched domes against turbulent clouds. Faces pitched forward.  The rhythm of drops is the exhaust from heaven.  It’s a temporary wash of mankind, touching coats and hats but not the heart.  There’s a walk of escape to a point up ahead. People blur the canvas of motion, fighting against the … More BETWEEN DROPS

PASSING THROUGH

Into the desert. Road signs peppered like a wasteland war. The air is solid with evenings coolness stepping in. Jack rabbits feet sing out an escape, hoping for luck. A lunar terrain, scattered with hungry plants and starving weeds.   The sun fell into a distant comfortable corner. Stars hold their distance, offering an occasional … More PASSING THROUGH

PARK STREET

Late into night images appear on the ceiling as sharp angles or momentary slivers of light.  Car beams, neon flashes and street light reflections crawl across the plaster, occasionally colliding, forming several twisting random kaleidoscopes.   The images are perishable opportunities to witness a place in the past or a sign for the future.   … More PARK STREET

NO HARM IN LEAVING

Shadowy unruly pendants; the tales of fate misguided, the language of drowning without answers. Like potted houseplants turning into the sun, people wait for that taste of a good watering.   Every corner holds the treasure for an attempted escape. A piano without tune falls silent. A ceiling fan spins out of boredom.  A floor … More NO HARM IN LEAVING