IN THE MOVE

A felt hat. A round angel wing molded from seasons. Warming the think machine while wandering the town in winter from rains and frost on the jacket borrowed from a clothesline in an alley where last night’s party revelers slept through a midnight rain while some searched for fame and dreams beyond the fingertips beneath … More IN THE MOVE

DOWNTOWN TURNING

It’s a wilderness upriver where sounds become trapped and lights attempt to block out the fear of night.  Loud music dispels the spirits of silence while gossipers gather in corners overlooking their own sins; a few of the faithful squeeze some sense from a hymnal.   A smokescreen of shadows suggests the passing of anxious … More DOWNTOWN TURNING