TWISTED WIND

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

SOFT LANDING

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.          

MACHINE SHOP

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

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 SINGLE PLACE

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

WITHIN THIS

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  

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      

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