A BREATH RELEASED

the energy of day resigns itself to evening   thin shadows cast linen gray images onto sides of cottages and front porches   the soil and trees release a tired breath as night occupies all spaces   darkness closes day lilies, a reminder that time runs with us until it fails      

A GRAY MORNING

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.        

NIGHT TRAVELER

There is a vision inside of everyone. A vision of something distant from reality, yet persistent, attempting to create belief. A flash of honey sweetens the dreams that we hide in our pillows. Stories tightly wrapped in linen.   A fresh song or story taps its way to the surface, turning over the stone of … More NIGHT TRAVELER

SOMEWHERE PAST

In the smoke shop, the aroma of incense lays trapped between wood and glass.  Rigid cardboard boxes rich with painted scenes of Italy protect the peaceful rebellion of indulging in the product until offered a choice through decadent permission.   A swinging door opens to the street; it’s a clear space until pedestrians fill in. … More SOMEWHERE PAST