WORDS

words slip through boundaries of light and shadow between fences posts past sleeping cats   words are strength from imagination fathoms   words become whispers in night   promises in morning   begging hurting believing following   into dreams yet to appear  

SMALL AND GREAT

I lit a candle for comfort   its light overtakes the immediate darkness dispelling ghosts and phantoms   long shadows drip from the table   the flame dances with song   walls and corners fail at hiding from the single brightness   the light so small believes in its power to protect and expose

REFLECTION

Shadows crest softly onto treetops where slivers of dusty light drift to the forest floor   the moons proud side full of fluorescence melts to the surface forming sharp angled irregular pools of light exposing moments of resting life   its reflection, a silent intruder is unequaled      

SETTLING IN

Winds circle wheat tops twisting stems into spasms like thieves running over dried leaves and dead branches   sunshine strikes window surfaces when passing clouds allow percussion’s of light to pass around dense mist   the ground thirsts for rain the blood of soil      

DRIP, DRIP

A passive silver moon dripped its light through lace curtains into my room   the faucet in the bathroom dripped with precise regularity   both dripping worlds invoking their presence on me   there is no wisdom gained being in the middle listening and watching to the drip, drip from my shelter of awake between … More DRIP, DRIP

PARK STREET

Late into night images appear on the ceiling as sharp angles or momentary slivers of light.  Car beams, neon flashes and street light reflections crawl across the plaster, occasionally colliding, forming several twisting random kaleidoscopes.   The images are perishable opportunities to witness a place in the past or a sign for the future.   … More PARK STREET