MY FATHER

He was a mountain of few words a river flowing through the house, mostly out. Conversations were awkward creating uncomfortable moments, too many to count. His love was his work a place he escaped to without guilt of leaving those behind, considering it his duty; I knew he would rather be somewhere else. He grew … More MY FATHER

UP THERE

There are clouds familiar ones maybe the one overhead right now listening to broken hearts watching feet run away   witnessing the moods of souls the arrows of words up and tears shed falling down   the cloud, maybe this one has heard it all extending an empathetic extension of itself absorbing the pain folding … More UP THERE

FIRMLY IN PLACE

There stretched out, the ocean   perfect in all shapes protected   ancient in wisdom   its waters sound welcome to all   though it knows not the broken heart life without love shadows of death   yet maintains its authority to always be there            

THE OTHER SIDE

A summer sun settles silently over a lakes glass top   two shadows within the impulse of beauty glide over deep blue waters   long wooden oars respond willingly to the love of pulling as we press away delicate ripples from the bow   we evaporate over the surface blending into the company of natures … More THE OTHER SIDE

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

FROM UP HERE

Charcoal shadows lay flat like iron sprayed across walls then spills silently onto a fallowed field suffering from a lack of love.   a blood sun spreads warm rivers over streets and sides of tired brick buildings.   an emotional wind creates sounds resembling whispered words pushed through fences and back porch screens.    

THE GATHERING

A jukebox holds the room hostage neon’s struggle scratchy songs labor in love patrons huddle in whispers   a black checkered floor receives night traffic crumpled napkins a phone number written in red.   cracked seat cushions welcome the tired and depressed   a lone waitress slow motion hats tipped, heavy mascara leather jackets tattoos … More THE GATHERING

IT’S YOU

A passing face and familiar shadow a life shining in a moment where beauty never fades   the sense of a spirit a season captured not to be forgotten like the voice making everything right and the arms of support   we are each a field of planted memories youth releases us into years where … More IT’S YOU

STANDING STRENGTH

My pen delights me, stirring within the cast of granite to speak of a father I knew, raising children; three meteors rising. He was humility possessing deep waters overlooking faults and premises of promises, drowning out failed expectations avoiding anger while entertaining uprightness. He was solid with love caring for the blood of his blood … More STANDING STRENGTH

MY FATHER

He was a mountain of few words a river flowing through the house, mostly out. Conversations were awkward creating uncomfortable moments, too many to count. His love was his work a place he escaped to without guilt of leaving those behind, considering it his duty; I knew he would rather be somewhere else. He grew … More MY FATHER