THE NEEDLES EYE

The last blessing the settling of forms the shadows over a life put in order   truth hidden in stones deposited slowly into the heart   rivers absent of motion become power lost   thin paths test the feet of the brave   at the end everyone witnesses the valley of their birth.

ANYTIME

wet footsteps on the floor cotton clouds the magic of music handcuffs the soul providing anywhere travel with eyes closed the heart steers without disappointment onto a wide porch waiting for sunset lightening bugs send signals to the fortunate the best place to be is the one they dream of  

LONG AND FLAT

The back surface of roads the lost brother of travel the flats where crossroads connect unevenly in chaos a point of standing stranded out of position   rest areas, concrete tables chained garbage cans a sterile living room absent of comfort.   cars park lovers confess secrets while drinking warm beer   there’s a casual … More LONG AND FLAT

PROMISED LEGACY

A generation of beginnings the waters of creation wrung from opening souls like coded scripture, a blossoming without restriction deeply rooted without withdrawing perusing the work accepting success never yielding breaking from common people endurance and strength the need to share the heart to open the chance to improve.      

LEANING

On or about town the luxury of disregarding depravity   As the eyes choke out the heart.   It was once a dream place a song matching every mood until tears stirred the soul awake   grasping for a rope before drowning back into the stream   of civilization with rumbling feet pointing   to … More LEANING

DANCING SHADOWS

A sandy path boarded by rose bushes. A curved half black dome above, painted with stars from distant galaxies. Up ahead, flames from a bonfire beckon us closer. The heat presses us when we are several feet from its heart.  Blankets with lovers and friends gather. Sparks explode into cool air, fighting to remain alive … More DANCING SHADOWS

WAITING

The piano room was a glass slipper waiting for perfect hands to free the sound. Sunlight through the curtains spread a yellow pollen-like glaze over the furniture. Books lining shelves resurrected the curious. The room possessed an unexplained magnetism. A place for the temporary soul to embark on an expedition of heart. A grand oriental … More WAITING

THE CROSSOVER

The eyes feel the words between the lines, between the breaths, between the smiles and disbelief.  Close to the heart the charms of memories warm the soul. Your hands shape the revelation of the journey like shadows over water, releasing answers slowly like a garden growing. Be patient with thoughts.  Holding high decisions of weight. … More THE CROSSOVER