A REQUEST

for the wish tomorrow, softly released as day shelters behind night approaching, pushing curtains aside exposing warm spaces of patience and belief within a cloud body of words held tightly within the secret soul

DISCOVERING

trellised words, vined thoughts, labyrinths watering misshapen clay under the eyes of what was hidden invisible,   releasing messages from years,   unstoppable,   like the warmth of a calendar welcoming summer during the search for me  

AFTER MANY YEARS

he patiently waits at the café, looking for her and then watches her approach,   he thinks…   there you are my other glove the shoe that fits the door that welcomes a shoulder waiting the glass half full the moon over waves footsteps together a dance a few whispered words the voice the memories … More AFTER MANY YEARS

JUST ME

solitary,   being alone when surrounded,   mourning without tears,   reliving the past while believing the first words of the relationship can be repeated   remembering when pockets were full of sun and moon reflecting the glass of a calm ocean as birds swarmed overhead proving miracles did exist

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

THREE LEAF CLOVER

flames of messages   hand prints speaking from the wall   about a life walk down narrow alleys past back doors loves left behind storms and sun sleepless nights trials and errors   while searching for a destiny above the scatter leaning toward the shape of how it is to be   greater than the … More THREE LEAF CLOVER

BETWEEN THE PAGES

The books she loved and left behind for me were the beats of her heart   scattered randomly between pages were small notes she wrote of love and hate a first kiss lost loves death and pain youth spent choices fire and sand trust tears traveling alone pictures postcards received a diner dreams aging gracefully … More BETWEEN THE PAGES

SPEAK UP

It’s the pause between   that stiffness of silence   a moment caught within a second of time   when rivers of thoughts flow back upstream overflowing the good intentions   bringing out the uncomfortable the ugliness of softness the hate hidden the affection afraid to release into troubled air   as nothing changes and … More SPEAK UP

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