BACKUP

Sometimes a desert a dirt road off the highway a carpet of sand lifeless weeds twisted barbwire arroyos, tumble weeds and road signs shot to death   wishing for something new doesn’t exist here no prayers or supplications on this level ground of desperate and forgotten   speak of this place with respect its revenge … More BACKUP

MAKING A WAY

Crossroads provokes idleness back to life   perforated clouds bless the land painting moving shadows tickling the infinite underground into jealousy   the past becomes reflected on walls of thoughts opening dark caves and mountains missed   just up ahead there’s a hole in the sky where kites exhaust the air and lost gloves return … More MAKING A WAY

STEP THIS WAY

In the corners of the desert whispers drain out as sweat becomes the turpentine from unnecessary movement   desert flowers draw on moisture in the air   bones lost in storms become the crossroads of the hunted   each direction is an unknown destination while the lost and stubborn follow the moon   tears stain … More STEP THIS WAY

LOOK HERE

I found a glove folded behind a chair opening it as if it were alive I expected it to reach for my hand leading pointing guiding me to a safer place, places we visited where hands waved hello and goodbye   I laid it on the table alone, like me hoping your return will reunite … More LOOK HERE

DOWN AND AWAY

Dust rose in menacing circles behind the car; generations of travel brushed to the roadside.  Truck lights create lonely shadows.  Bleary eyes crave coffee; the liquid toothpicks of temporary vision. Hitchhikers seek the ride of hope, their boots worn down to sandals as they desire other places. Forgiveness is far from home.  Familiar voices are … More DOWN AND AWAY

THE NEEDLES EYE

The last blessing the settling of forms the shadows over a life put in order   truth hidden in stones deposited slowly into the heart   rivers absent of motion become power lost   thin paths test the feet of the brave   at the end everyone witnesses the valley of their birth.

WITHIN REACH

A gift of words is the magic the key opening clouds   healing holds the temperature of the room diamonds rise as leaves fall   a newness provides the power like rivers   broken stars mend   what was lost resurfaces   the moon glazes onto meadows with smoothness

BLENDING

The secret of being lost is the disregard for being found   the luxury of blending to be part of unseen corners drifting away from everyone’s roads   brushing past idle spirits and obstacles in the path   the soul of travel are tents left behind   places where a moment was meant for a … More BLENDING

CITY WATCHING

Yesterday’s puddle reflects a crescent day moon. Leather jacketed teenagers hold court on Bowery Corner. “Which way is …?” asks the stranger. Three people point in different directions; the lost hold the discovery of where they need to be. Overhead subways kill the corners with sparks. Car horns take apart the air. Sun reflected windshields … More CITY WATCHING

ALWAYS THERE

It was a black moon night absent of shadows, full of dreams. Days bouquet of clouds melted into tasteful air. There was a release of sounds, living for a moment, then lost. The pulse of dark became strong. A light breeze engaged unwilling leaves. Stone walls held tightly the history of land. There was a … More ALWAYS THERE