Everything needs to be blocked out all sounds that have nothing to do with what’s before me others have their callings places they worship distant precipices or deserts but here I am selfishly willfully yielding my attention I am haunted by the aroma and authority the force lurking below the surface … More HAUNTED
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
A hidden prize under the green blue shifting sand and shells once mountains reduced to dust from waters tossed by storms and seabed’s stretching water speaks with waves, white caps and rushing currents and fingertips of shorelines spreading far beyond the millennial’s their presence a statement of belonging long after were … More DEEP WATERS
There are mountains to behold some soft others of granite messages hidden within the folds of clouds some open doors worth forgetting closed ones we forgot to open a watershed of voices replaced by empty chairs by those passing to the other side we celebrated their life favoring the moments while looking … More LOOKING INTO
A hidden prize under the green blue surface shifting sand and shells once mountains now reduced to dust from agitation of waters tossed by storms and stretching seabed’s the water speaks with waves, white caps and rushing currents the fingertips of shorelines spread far beyond millennial dates their presence is a … More DEEP WATERS
Moving water of silence its depth moans sinking then rising swirling in masses MASSES CURRENTS the strength of currents push the millennial face of continents and unclimbed abysmal mountains stirring continental shelves with deep expansions and then yawing into canyons relocating waters roiling under smooth surfaces whispering beware
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
It was a mountain you thought to be climbed it was then and then it was gone an idea of this and that became a without it was a river to cross shallow and swift the vision became clear by putting the best parts forward it was a sound playing over and over long before … More CLOSE BY
Railroad Avenue. Cinders and broken glass. Warm engines blowing smoke. Old men with hats, suspenders, stained work boots and pants. Great stories of Louisiana bayous, marshlands, mountains and oceans. Empty freight cars transporting lost souls and homeless dreams. Wooden platforms, benches carved with names. Trackside families. Steady work. Scars and sweat. Creosote … More MEMORY GHOST
She pressed forward, altering the flow of gravity with radical changes as if peddling backward on life. She fought hard, creating the forward motion of a legacy, determined with destiny. It was a fight against the current; moving under bridges and over mountains. Her emotions were handpicked, fresh from yesterday’s stories. She would say, “I … More DETERMINED
