A GRAY MORNING
July 2, 2019
The vanity of the ground was altered by a morning rain. the meadow trembled under the wetness pulled from the sky a linen gray horizon without sound slept overhead.
Tag: Hope
HAUNTED
June 29, 2019
Everything needs to be blocked out all sounds that have nothing to do with what’s before me others have their callings places they worship distant precipices or deserts but here I am selfishly willfully yielding my attention I am haunted by the aroma and authority the force lurking below the surface … More HAUNTED
THE VOICES
June 26, 2019
she holds close the pain careful not to break it like a hunger she feeds it in morning speaking to it at night grieving flows within watering the splinters of thoughts embedded in memories helping her is not easy when the voices attack me I know she’s still alive inside when … More THE VOICES
COMMON GROUND
June 20, 2019
We are students on the edge roots of voices found like a river consuming broken unedited souls it’s a journey of communion leaning away from the fall tempting mercy under uncertain clouds while feeling like a fallen shingle from the sky there is no center of regret to rest on only a sharp … More COMMON GROUND
TO ANOTHER PLACE
June 18, 2019
There are many roads some with my name in the dust others I forgot like the place I’m from boxcars like the likes of me no favorites just moving through storms and deserts open land is the power of silence the spreading of alone where road signs collide suggesting the start of what … More TO ANOTHER PLACE
WALKING HOME
June 14, 2019
A slap of cold air bruised blue the covering of my skin A bullying wind caught me by the neck twisting my hat yesterday’s newspaper jumped from the grasp of a fence lodging at my ankles like a homeless pup night pulls dark over my steps.
SOFTLY WE GO
June 11, 2019
The words spoken were like threads thinning at the elbow, deep thoughts from a cold heart with warm hands a story of the distant from here about adding to the next step after the last one taken speaking darkly about alleys cutting between buildings of memories and voices at the clothesline or the … More SOFTLY WE GO
OVER AND AROUND
June 6, 2019
It was a summer day spent away on a road without names or numbers an unknown destination absent of stress a wind away from the start a breath nearer to the end a back road where long shadows are welcome and night breezes welcome the passage of gardenias and the sound of very little or … More OVER AND AROUND
PARK STREET
June 5, 2019
Late into night images appear on the ceiling of my bedroom sharp angles momentary slivers of car lights traffic signals neon flashes crawling, colliding perishable images appearing then vanishing without sound as the slip down melting onto the wall
NOT SURE
May 30, 2019
Voices in the hallway soft like parchment falling to the floor muffled words pressing against morning air as shadows cross over cracked plaster walls there was an intentional restraint of voices creating a curious drama for those listening behind closed doors it sounded like promises were presented to return sighs of … More NOT SURE
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