SWING ON

The world past the front porch, watching the same clouds set in the magic of the sky   prayers lift up from swings and wicker chairs escaping through tired screens   cars passing know only of roads, the next corner the direction home or close to it   train whistles cross over buildings and empty … More SWING ON

MAKING A WAY

Crossroads provokes idleness back to life   perforated clouds bless the land painting moving shadows tickling the infinite underground into jealousy   the past becomes reflected on walls of thoughts opening dark caves and mountains missed   just up ahead there’s a hole in the sky where kites exhaust the air and lost gloves return … More MAKING A WAY

PAST DUE

Sometimes, sometimes no one is home on the inside  of me where my voice has no return from the words released   the inside shadow finds no shadow   the echo of a name a voice I always thought responded back from a corner I knew by comfort   where my eyes knew every blemish … More PAST DUE

DOWN AND AWAY

Dust rose in menacing circles behind the car; generations of travel brushed to the roadside.  Truck lights create lonely shadows.  Bleary eyes crave coffee; the liquid toothpicks of temporary vision. Hitchhikers seek the ride of hope, their boots worn down to sandals as they desire other places. Forgiveness is far from home.  Familiar voices are … More DOWN AND AWAY

ONE TOWN OVER

The other side of shade, on the banks of the unfamiliar, where I am mindful of dust, from towns past, but not from here. It’s a summer loud day, the wind and sky companions, a place some call home, where a sweater is used for warmth or a pillow. A place where houses and main … More ONE TOWN OVER

ESCAPE

She was leaving. Standing nervous at the bus station. A black misty night blocked out stars and formed halos around street lights. An announcement beckoned her ticket to the waiting bus. She straightened up, startled, pony tail swaying and saddle shoes moving in the direction of her escape. Travelers boarded in silence and then awkwardly … More ESCAPE

HIDDEN UNDERGROUND

The field is a luxurious place to sit and enjoy the growth of nature; the items missing and those left behind. It’s a flat cathedral.  Every spot the hidden pinnacle of a steeple, pointing to heaven.   The song is within the breezes, warm and cool.  The heads of weeds and wild flowers Hum their … More HIDDEN UNDERGROUND

FACE OF NIGHT

Night, the mystery, the closed eyes of day where shadows appear larger and forbidding.  Lonely dogs send howls of sadness into cold air.  Cats prowl on silver paws. Street lights make an attempt to provide safety.  Corner clubs become revived with music. There is a chorus of moving tires and workers on buses.  Voices round … More FACE OF NIGHT

LAST CALL

There was a final call for last drinks at the Black Cactus Cantina, a place comfortable in the shadows. It was another night of switchblades, leather boots and lies with smiles.  Warm desert winds and roaming lizards stir night sands.   Women with showy names and men without truth move through the door to outside. … More LAST CALL

TEMPORARY NOBODY

When you go somewhere as a stranger you can blend in as an unaware traveler avoiding name introduction or needless small talk while roaming unconcerned regarding schedules wearing your favorite shirt and red sneakers free of critical opinion you pass a store window and smile back at yourself then merge with the shadows of a … More TEMPORARY NOBODY