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The power of the drive is interest. A formidable presence.  Creating an iron path.  Bold expressions. The energy of engines.  The length without loss.  Full with release. Disproving disbelief.  Strength with compassion.  Concern and respect.  Honor with honor. Listening without speaking. Holding not hiding.  A hand without greed. A comment without wounding. Quiet not arrogant.  … More HOME

REALITY STRIKES

Dawn drops the hammer on the last intersection of day.  A star curtain drapes itself over a thin blue canopy. Tasteful air rushes in to become the last act. Stories told grow tall with unnatural lies, encouraging events that didn’t happen until reality calls us out from the bench, waiting to see if we melt … More REALITY STRIKES

CALM WATERS

Breathing into a magnolia sweet evening a cello weeps from an apartment; late persistent summer clouds flatten under an orange-blue horizon. The air divides as the sound walks over tired curtains and past yellow chipped paint, descending to an alley absent of life, canvassing garbage cans and locked back doors. A hallway fills with music … More CALM WATERS

CHANGING

Charcoal thoughts spill across river deep eyes. The flow of strong vision grasps at the promise of  angels with empty pockets. Whispers lift into voices, like ribbons trailing behind youthful smiles and hope abounding. A song rises into a chorus of winds, spreading out like well worn paths. Time releases the face of change.  The … More CHANGING

MILL TOWN

The factory.  River water pushes in electric out.  Stoic faces, busy hands, leaning forward, tools clanking, assembly lines organizing, textiles, metals, lathes and labor, pallets and wire. Row houses, red brick, open windows, curtains lipping the corners, pipes with steam, chimneys black belching, parking lots and fences, green service doors, fans spinning, workers in overalls, … More MILL TOWN

BEAUTY FOR ASHES

      Flames lick the straw and the suitcases we pack over a lifetime with vulnerable items we adore.   We wonder without speaking, what lasts, what remains the day without perishing?   Building is more than walls, it’s a foundation buried deep; stones for support, the strength that lasts.   Fire burns, water … More BEAUTY FOR ASHES

A SEA DIVIDING

It’s in the eyes, the depths where souls swim in pools of black and white prints, behind doors locked tight with faces blurred and names forgotten. There’s a wall buried deep, within our reach, a point of no beyond, where denial provides a path for retreat, or repentance washing us clean. Hold fast your position, … More A SEA DIVIDING

THE NEXT CORNER

I am downwind from the crossroads, adrift on the offside a thought. I hear the language of midnight calling where there is no second choice. A vine of clouds snake twist over a blue gray sky.  Rain is far off, though moving closer within the halves of minutes. Here at a back stairway any door … More THE NEXT CORNER

SOLOMON’S TEMPLE

A thousand flags in the hands of dancers grace the blue tiled floor in Solomon’s temple lifting together in praise and adulation.   Horns strike to up heaven, harps and bells cut sharp the air raising a standard of worship by faith.   Drums beat the rhythm of a nation. Voices together offer thanks through … More SOLOMON’S TEMPLE