THE OTHER SIDE

Alone is the railroad car continually passing by, rattling the night into darkness with insincere eyes.. The sound of breathing roars across the bed.  The drip of a faucet clocks out the minutes with agony. Outside city lights blink a neon code; red-blue points with false hope. Fleeting dreams raise a curtain revealing faces without … More THE OTHER SIDE

HERE TO THERE

Car lights break onto the road, clearing a path to the next place. Road signs rise and fade.  The radio pulses the air, tossing sounds onto passing driveways and street corners; street lights blanch a small circle of temporary safety.   Strangers are willows, bending to the course of their travel. They smile without reason, … More HERE TO THERE

HIS PLACE

A back porch guitar man sends a song into an alley.  Sweat stains his hat and baptizes his shirt. He sings of cards, gin, smoke and lies. Sure fingers free the fear he protects.   Pigeons rustle nervously above. Strangers shuffle by, chasing last night’s dreams.  A cat circles a trach can.   He pushes … More HIS PLACE

UP

The intent of a rising sun encourages the impatience out of night.  From the abyss of dreams we are renewed, like ribbons unraveling while lifted from the floor.  A part of us protests, exciting the brimstone from and anxious song we hum while putting on ragged jeans a chain and a cross.  Tattoos tell a … More UP

SAFE COMFORT

There’s a mirror that reveals the truth and an hour glass with a voice.  Dripping water tells the story, where long tracks hide distant whistles.  In the background the earth groans and the trees are its gray hairs. There’s a feast on the table, on the other side of the best door.  It’s improbable to … More SAFE COMFORT

UP THERE

The above landscape is a canvas of infinity.  A place beyond reaching fingers or the roof of buildings.  Curious eyes form a lifetime of dreams through telescopes. Changing seasons expose new borders and positions of the stars. They are constant.  Forever appearing. Offering stability to faithful observers.  A wealth of beauty can be passed on … More UP THERE

A FOREST WITHIN

He dressed roughly, like a storm shaken tree.  His corners were unbroken.  A long step claimed his ground.  Short salt flavored thoughts watered his words with meaning. Work was his passion.  There was reason with his plans. Quality is the art he perfects. Concern speaks from his eyes. He rises before the sun, claiming each … More A FOREST WITHIN

MOVING THROUGH

It reminded me of a glass floor. Where the walk was careful and steps were applied lightly.  There was a common passageway of knowledge. Absent of detours.  A place where the brave refuse to rest, like unbroken thoughts of youth; deep breathes full of life’s long roads. Boundaries refrained from become reduced, yielding to the … More MOVING THROUGH

EASY OVER

A lost intention follows a misplaced adventure.  Shadows become detours, spinning webs of emotional misery and absence. Morning yells that we are older. Our shoes are stories lacking souls. We breathe in ripples and then blur out our needs as we shed cloudy desires. There is a fast lane of words we believe we can … More EASY OVER

LAST NIGHT

It was good to be back under a night sky where distant stars are without names and dreams appear with ease.  Where faces lost in time are hidden behind gauze filled clouds while their voices rise from rivers I crossed in the past.   Campfires send of curled leaflets of sparks, blanketing a black velvet … More LAST NIGHT