RINGMASTERS

Street people sing the change cups full. They dance without care, laughing wide and loud.  They search for the weak, catching their eyes, reeling them in; the uninvolved walk and avoid. The corner becomes a one ring circus.  Traffic releases thunder.  Children point.  The elderly understand the caldron of poverty.  Midnight ends the show. A … More RINGMASTERS

THE OTHER SIDE

Alone is the railroad car continually passing by, rattling the night into darkness with insincere eyes.. The sound of breathing roars across the bed.  The drip of a faucet clocks out the minutes with agony. Outside city lights blink a neon code; red-blue points with false hope. Fleeting dreams raise a curtain revealing faces without … More THE OTHER SIDE