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 Advertisements

JUST BY CHANCE

eventide appeared   its calmness balanced between back and forth waiting for a command a higher power stars and moon and maybe the sun   to exact the perfect template a framework of directions unspoken unrehearsed a play performed on the world stage unimpeded mostly unnoticed until it begins to move   as it always … More JUST BY CHANCE

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

SECOND FLOOR

A guitar with a sad sound creates a shadow with a soul a spirit song blending within the air in a room on the second floor overlooking traffic where the usual stick figures battle below within the stream of unremembered faces lacking interest yet directing themselves forward to the store or the corner some returning … More SECOND FLOOR

SIDEWALK AFTERNOON

There’s an element of searching   a strong unwritten text   reminders of miracles wasted in an alley or a hallway without lights where vapors dribble out confessions   like the street artist with a crooked crescent smile chalking his drawings providing them with a soul and eyes that follow   and a woman silent … More SIDEWALK AFTERNOON

HE WAS HERE

And then… he was gone   he took with him his voice and crooked smile   his welcoming eyes and calm purpose to all he met   he left behind his favorite hat a pen for writing a few books and a cat and dog that still look for him   sorrow fills in hard … More HE WAS HERE

EXPRESSION

Poetry strong a subtle story without subtitles   breathing out words to grow on or avoid   ideas pressed in the winds of thought   hold tight the cards place the bets take the winnings and then the door   tears for hope and faith to the end

OUT THERE

A shred of sunlight a mystery rising without song halting dreams for another time   eyes open like day lilies testing morning   you get in the car go beyond where you should be under approaching clouds and the edge of limits   pushing hard stirring the dust   past words like “come back”  

LISTENING

In the forest when raining numerous rhythms create a liquid orchestra   the pulsing of loose waters   spontaneous unexplained combinations   a perfect blend of fragrance   pine needles and lily of the valley   generous displays of greening and wetness appear like glass          

WASHED OUT

Broken desires are deserts without souls thirsting for water breathing hot air spread across cruel sands   they are beyond faith and prayers   like promises unfulfilled slipping through broken fences and over empty lots   each desire is a passion of fire   the ashes become answers forming a new story