HAUNTING

I see a remembrance shadow in most places catching my breath holding me hostage to the step,   the sound familiar, unchanging from the before and the after,   moving within the circle,   smoothly rolling under stars and smiles from a moon as I walk into night quiet

PASSIVE LIPS

what is gentle to us when the curse of mourning lays desperate on our eyes collapsing granite souls as flowers bend and skies appear to fall onto shoulders as night holds sad the hostage, a weakened heart on its knees with questions rising from passive lips    

THE GATHERING

A jukebox holds the room hostage neon’s struggle scratchy songs labor in love patrons huddle in whispers   a black checkered floor receives night traffic crumpled napkins a phone number written in red.   cracked seat cushions welcome the tired and depressed   a lone waitress slow motion hats tipped, heavy mascara leather jackets tattoos … More THE GATHERING