DESPERATE

the lost know how to be found they are the dust of failures and the chance for success they court the sun worship the moon and question the shadow following behind they hum an unfamiliar song remembering parts and the parts offered up for another try at something, anything

OUT OF PLACE

we fear the stranger fallen from grace shaken, unsure   hair snarled like side yard vines a reminder of someone chasing you in dreams   the eyes, hoping for a sympathy gaze   for coins a cold meal, from a warm heart   he knows he is out of place, searching for someplace else  

CORNER SAFE

withdrawn,   the language of comfort, facing into a corner   a journey of eyes closed and hands pressed tightly securing darkness,   where walls meet as solid agents and silent sentinels,   providing firm support without affection, available without reservation  

TRAPPED

Observing the art casually standing lightly combing her hair the painting shouts out creating a mythical character of many faces without fear a champion of gardens the temptress of storms and mid ocean currents her authority stands on the dust within the tiles beneath her the foundation of the colors drawn from them half a … More TRAPPED

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

OPEN FOLDS

A signal without an arrow pointing from an unspecified corner.  Choosing not to speak is the language of the curious; the absence of shoes limits the desire to go.   Something eventually brings us to the edge, where the precipice creates a sickness in our knees, fearing the fall and the bottom.   From here, … More OPEN FOLDS