SURFACING

Be the road long and unending with steps repeating   like a drum releasing a beat while stepping through a curtain of promises to the other side   where removing and separating is no longer blurred like underwater images   we try to forget   surfacing a little less broken

PARK STREET

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  

CROSSING OVER

She considered herself a life shadow, embracing long solitary moments; eyes open to darkness. Life had become a plausible intruder as she slept away painful images and the jest of youth. She was now an unstable passenger a fleshy veneer no longer frightened of the past. She suspected the end, though assured by faith, she … More CROSSING OVER