UNDERNEATH IT ALL

There’s a ghost in the meadow a shadow in the middle a reflection absent of pain its not the everlasting but you can see it from here   the land supports ancient frames unruly hedges and rambling stone walls that unlock the uphill where gravity pulls one onto the footstool of land       … More UNDERNEATH IT ALL

FINDING RIGHT

A subtle word resembles a glance of thought, slipping past like sweet breath of liqueur.   Resting back, a Roman blue sky fills the bowl above, averting the eyes from gravity, admiring the wide color.   If rumors develop, they are deposited in a glass jar of gossip where they ferment, unless deadly spoken sins … More FINDING RIGHT

OPENING UP

Limestone and granite walls rise like cathedral tops toward heaven. Sidewalks and streets lay juxtaposed without solid connection.  Separate souls march like Roman soldiers, dissolving into a fury of voices and city noises. There is a spreading coldness. The scales of time and culture peel back, exposing everything we try to hide. Even from elevated … More OPENING UP

ABSORBED

It was then, and then it was gone. Half buildings yielding to the Invasive force of massive trees. Walkways blending into gully’s formed by runoff. Embankments strewn with piles of dirt and broken bricks; nearby, an overhead walkway, collapsed to the ground, devoured by gravity. Telephone poles, weakened and leaning, surrounded by a century of … More ABSORBED

DETERMINED

She pressed forward, altering the flow of gravity with radical changes as if peddling backward on life. She fought hard, creating the forward motion of a legacy, determined with destiny. It was a fight against the current; moving under bridges and over mountains. Her emotions were handpicked, fresh from yesterday’s stories. She would say, “I … More DETERMINED

NIGHT CRAWLERS

The train lunged in and out of order.  Heads swayed like displaced seaweed mocking gravity.  The stars and moon remained in place.  Thick metal wheels turn with conviction.  There is no shame for those asleep, leaning onto windows, newspapers for pillows. The miles create a low hum.  The engine possesses a pure heart. White smoke … More NIGHT CRAWLERS

TURNING THE CORNER

Water.  An ancient sound. A motion, falling, moving, Colliding, turning.  A color with aroma.  Bending in search of a lower level.  Respecting the language of gravity, yielding to its pull.   Shorelines hold back aggressive waters.  Mountains remain safe. Valleys fear the worst.   Rivers build like armies from the smallest of streams, following paths … More TURNING THE CORNER