FINALLY AWARE

The strangeness of late hours and busy feet walking between buildings where memories sift through passions and promises   it must be the under surface of heaven where shadows and dreams whisper wisdom and pillows hide dreams   and finally we realize that flowers become more beautiful as we age into something new Advertisements

BETWEEN STONEWALLS

The structure of the proof is the land   observant eyes and obedient ears stand fast within the silence   the strength of rocks the support of roots a crowded rain   newness is grafted in   at sunset morning glories dip their heads   the moon is a celestial flower   what’s important is … More BETWEEN STONEWALLS

LAST TIME

Graveside flowers bless the unholy standing by looking down curious about the passage through the path yet taken by the living the name now on stone to live longer than the soul beneath the trees nearby watching over changing seasons absent of sympathy for this and others and memories of names on cards and voices … More LAST TIME

STEP THIS WAY

In the corners of the desert whispers drain out as sweat becomes the turpentine from unnecessary movement   desert flowers draw on moisture in the air   bones lost in storms become the crossroads of the hunted   each direction is an unknown destination while the lost and stubborn follow the moon   tears stain … More STEP THIS WAY

FROM HERE

There’s a crossroad junction in west Texas a place far away from most of what we know a place with partially paved country roads stretching true to the compass and a few wild flowers growing like crooked fingers at the base of four stop signs   every direction has a city at its end with … More FROM HERE

MUSE

It was a canvas with voice. Tight and constrained. Earth supported with a dampening sky. Gold leafs brightened from a silver candelabra. Birds cold gray and three flowers in need of water. Shadows from a forest with blue trees. In the center a precocious muse. An expression to beguile those with whispering gazes and questions. … More MUSE

CREATION

I settled down, though briefly and had a think, like when water becomes ambient, not warm or cold; placid while reshaping an outcome.   It was a must, a brush with orderliness, creating the back end before leading the pen to water.   It became a flower moment, an opening as if sun touched, bringing … More CREATION

THIS PLACE

There’s an island I feel in my dreams. A safe current with abundant sun, providing energy without resistance. An open front door offers promise. A bouquet of flowers sits on a hallway table; circling white fans refresh incoming ocean breezes. White sands encourage me and waves orchestrate a welcome. I walk into the water as … More THIS PLACE

THIS PLACE

There’s an island I feel in my dreams. A safe current with abundant sun, providing energy without resistance. An open front door offers promise. A bouquet of flowers sits on a hallway table; circling white fans refresh incoming ocean breezes. White sands encourage me and waves orchestrate a welcome. I walk into the water as … More THIS PLACE

HIDDEN UNDERGROUND

The field is a luxurious place to sit and enjoy the growth of nature; the items missing and those left behind. It’s a flat cathedral.  Every spot the hidden pinnacle of a steeple, pointing to heaven.   The song is within the breezes, warm and cool.  The heads of weeds and wild flowers Hum their … More HIDDEN UNDERGROUND