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

A GENTLE END

Leaves arrange for night, the aroma of dark green stays close to the branches   crickets capture a cruel cadence   velvet breezes close the roses and day lilies   reed tops lightly rustle a sandpaper hymn   fireflies light a path to the nearest screen door flashing creative energy   everything is painted with … More A GENTLE END

DOWNTOWN TURNING

It’s a wilderness upriver where sounds become trapped and lights attempt to block out the fear of night.  Loud music dispels the spirits of silence while gossipers gather in corners overlooking their own sins; a few of the faithful squeeze some sense from a hymnal.   A smokescreen of shadows suggests the passing of anxious … More DOWNTOWN TURNING

HOLDING THE LINE

There was little understanding between them and him. What was discussed fell fallow. Them pressed the point to him. He knew the choice of them and their kind, “join them or flounder alone.” This was not for him.  He would warm under a blanket of without, and remain in division. Them held strong the line, … More HOLDING THE LINE