I’m on my own line there’s no sideways just the only road I know a nameless opening to slip through the green grass on the other side is well past and without flavor to remember and faces forgotten night rest now comes easy
Sometimes a desert a dirt road off the highway a carpet of sand lifeless weeds twisted barbwire arroyos, tumble weeds and road signs shot to death wishing for something new doesn’t exist here no prayers or supplications on this level ground of desperate and forgotten speak of this place with respect its revenge … More BACKUP
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
Fractional sunlight pressed through gray mist clouds like thieves stealing between headstones. A ribbon of water separated the road from an outpost of evergreens; a creation of serious lines and rugged beauty. It was a favorite place, untypical, not easily replaced nor forgotten. The ground was resolved to hold theses treasures close to … More A PROMISE TO HOLD
A passing face and familiar shadow a life shining in a moment where beauty never fades the sense of a spirit a season captured not to be forgotten like the voice making everything right and the arms of support we are each a field of planted memories youth releases us into years where … More IT’S YOU
Fractional sunlight pressed through gray mist clouds like thieves stealing between headstones. A ribbon of water separated the road from an outpost of evergreens; a creation of serious lines and rugged beauty. It was a favorite place, untypical, not easily replaced nor forgotten. The ground was resolved to hold theses treasures close to … More A PROMISE TO HOLD
There’s a chance to enter forgot. A way to avoid being found. To disconnect. To welcome the cold over a warm coat while standing with alone. It’s also a place for a rescue from flavored languages the last bus home while leaving behind suspicious glances, worn velvet movie seats and a three legged cat … More SPARKY
We are grains of sand. Marked within the glass. A gathering of what’s behind, out of reach, as one more grain tumbles, brushing against broken thoughts and lies we turned into truth. There are doors we locked and clouds we pointed at; road signs desperate to advise. Another grain of names slips thorough, some forgotten … More UNCOMMON CORNERS
