IN FULL VIEW

It’s the river thick with flow a moving mass of air over motion full of whispers shadowed in the past of me near where street cars pound metal and smoke stacks send signals raining soot in alleys and corners where pain and sweat speak of days of youth once thought never to end where prayers … More IN FULL VIEW

CROSSING OVER

She considered herself a life shadow, embracing long solitary moments; eyes open to darkness. Life had become a plausible intruder as she slept away painful images and the jest of youth. She was now an unstable passenger a fleshy veneer no longer frightened of the past. She suspected the end, though assured by faith, she … More CROSSING OVER

SEARCHING

Disturbed waters are the evidence of youths seeking a smooth belonging; searching to square off the circle. They are dreamers between rocks, pushing from a hard place, attempting to re-create the beginning without pain, escaping the fires between the lines.   Fingers bait the eyes into corners. Second chances come at a cost. Seek to … More SEARCHING

THE ENERGY OF ONE

The unexpected highlight of yesterday is the creation of an inherited newness for today. The experiences remaining from an over thought of pain or the emptiness from loss, grievously reupholster the waiting soul onto elevated acres of creativity and historic importance; the destination develops the distinctions.   There are new legs of energy, a vaulting … More THE ENERGY OF ONE

MEDIUM WELL

The official opening of day lifts the blinds off night.  The worms Of dreaming feast on the history of sleep, devouring the angels that attempt to free me.  A warm fresh breeze softens morning. People in cars search for fields, escaping the wickedness of the game of where they should be. Its easier for the … More MEDIUM WELL

PLACE YOUR BETS

Sometimes there’s not enough words to explain the day.  We attempt to create a shape, a revelation between spaces, where a line becomes more than a crease in time.  It’s a half note matured and filled with air.  The sound bursts into a place not yet traveled.  The movement resembles a crusade, a new path … More PLACE YOUR BETS

WHERE ARE THEY?

A lost calling. The seasons changing without notice. A misplacement of the misplaced; The Beat Generation. They were crusaders of the word; always someplace and never without cool. Shirts and shoes unrequired from San Francisco to West 46th Street. Their pain was locked in the fists of their resistance. Eyes deaf toward the average, they … More WHERE ARE THEY?

LAS VEGAS

It’s a bush of memories. Shadows of faces unable to speak. Lost in a moment, like a mist catching voices and thoughts drifting in a direction of silence.   Angels gather.   We feel the pain gathered by images. Others swell in tides of grief we fail to completely understand.   We pray.   From … More LAS VEGAS

OPEN WALK

From the third story window, traffic below releases a voice. The aroma of warm asphalt, oil and exhaust rises into the space between tired buildings.  People imitate the ants below their feet; swerving to avoid contact. Passing anger remains concealed within; learned by everyone to survive.  Eyes gaze from open windows, scanning the streets and … More OPEN WALK