the gravity of shadows is a novelty of brilliance a triumph conquering all surfaces clinging with conscious desire following colliding passing over never complaining faithful right to the end
The moon a legend in the sky a face to talk to a light to cry under a beacon for our paths alongside rivers shorelines and late night sidewalks we observe from here at the basement of gravity a beauty that haunts us.
The wind was the change granite against paper shadows unfrozen running from a forbidden sleep the faithful pray the fastest get to safety first rational thoughts create sweat and pull out the tears the bones of trees rattle xylophone’s into jealousy shoes and those without step rightly with concern … More TWISTED WIND
A forceful rain releases words from the broken parts of life lifted up against the weight of gravity, into passing clouds as the letters drift down they reform into the openness of sacrifices and shame revealing an empty shell once complete but still beautiful.
It’s a long whistle putting the hand on men and women as the earth tilts pulling them past open wooden doors into the maze of machinery where generations stood and counted hours and years until the next bodies of youth replaced names on lockers and punch clock numbers as the work produced exceeded the quality … More MACHINE SHOP
THE PRICE WE PAY Anger and love broken shells parts scattered on life’s shoreline and deep waters hidden in clouds rolled out of storms under still waters suspended out of reach praying for balance understanding alone sometimes touching but not really touching the violence of gravity the weight of words unspoken destiny the … More THE PRICE WE PAY
A secret word passing within the in between like smoke drifting through an alley or the shadow of an angel crossing over the stillness defies gravity opening like a day lily providing an inward glance of the sought after the searched for the thought captured for a brief second …its all that’s … More A SINGLE PLACE
An unseasonable difference the bouquet of destiny crowded within the magic of sleep the region between unknown footsteps unsure voices while the fullness of gravity prevents the ability for touch this unexplained element of drama remains bazaar where particles of words raise the curtain on another morning
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
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