A RESTING PLACE

The slow drip of sand under a stone bridge.  Above, clouds dampen a dry sun.  The park welcomes all without prejudice. Easy hats sit smartly; umbrellas stand at the ready.  Vows of dedication, newspapers and Books complete the image. Park benches remember James Barrie and the children pirates. And C.S. Lewis offering passages to other … More A RESTING PLACE

A NEAR DISTANCE

This place is father away from home.  Each forgotten name or street adds miles to the distance.  Valleys became reminders of low points; unfathomable bottoms like dreams of running underwater.  There was a lost balance.  A gimbal unchecked. Spinning.  The horizontal plane fighting to remain upright. Days blend into days yet to happen. There is … More A NEAR DISTANCE

CRESTED LIZARD

It’s a song for the night.  The slow creep of a high tide as the last car heads for the next town.  Wayside diners and broken hearts gather on empty at a desert gas station.  Someone reads The Howl out loud; it’s the fear and the dreams we live up to.  Steel mills steam alive … More CRESTED LIZARD

SAND STRENGTH

A stirring within the water. A pattern of signatures overwhelming the passage of a turbulent surface. Consequences foretold.  The opening of truth is not always accepted.  Hands cut from stone, granite facts, like swimming underwater against strong currents.   A mirror becomes the vestibule of confessions, releasing waves of who we thought we might be … More SAND STRENGTH

SOFT WINDS

I got a cloud over me, that’s probably over you where shadows join us as one. There’s a pardon in the shade, a fellowship bound like the roots below my feet. An offering of words, full of vegetation, planted in the garden between our ears. I remain strengthened that summer follows spring and vacations set … More SOFT WINDS

MIGHTY STREAMS

It’s the anxious part of me, working to find a home for my thoughts. Cataloging single words while they circulate like carousel horses waiting for the run to the barn; verses change the menu of how I speak.   I avoid the company of well wishers, praising the moment, ignoring the spirit.  They feast on … More MIGHTY STREAMS

LOCKED TO GO

Her guitar was the voice comfortable. On her forearm a tattoo faded into shadows. Wishing and dreams wash through her fingers.  Gold rings tap a checkered table cloth.  The band playing behind her feeds the air into the song.  Stage lights steam away past loves and promises.  Her chances of breaking out push against the … More LOCKED TO GO

NOW AND AGAIN

A day framed.  A window wide with hope.  Dawn drains in silence.  One voice releases, waiting for return.  A vacuum of Thoughts rise, surfacing with a schedule; place, time, one door then another.  Emotions become firm and braced.  The more the listening, knowledge enters with a higher plane.  The land is sweet.  Each step a … More NOW AND AGAIN

SOMEONE

His words were a smooth oil, a salve to the faint.  Though wronged in the past, he forgave.  Moved on, removing walls of hurt to reach beyond. When speaking he releases part of himself, filling others with hope, never running out of the light within.  He often says, “Life is too rich to keep it … More SOMEONE