AWAKE

the roar of blood keeps the skin from sleeping   while spirits speak the language of awake and night dreams are absorbed into the flash of neon messages directly from the mouths of angels speaking of the everlasting though even they fail to fully understand   while half notes and unanswered prayers drip like a … More AWAKE

OFFERINGS

She is an open field   a spirit cloud of linen   a breath between waiting   the shades of trial and error   a host of tumbling thoughts   her prayers offered without answers   hidden in rhymes and verse   she falls into waiting arms like a fear captured    

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

TO ANOTHER PLACE

There are many roads some with my name in the dust others I forgot like the place I’m from   boxcars like the likes of me no favorites just moving through storms and deserts   open land is the power of silence the spreading of alone where road signs collide suggesting the start of what … More TO ANOTHER PLACE

MY FATHER

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

SOFTLY WE GO

The words spoken were like threads thinning at the elbow, deep thoughts from a cold heart with warm hands   a story of the distant from here about adding to the next step after the last one taken   speaking darkly about alleys cutting between buildings of memories and voices at the clothesline or the … More SOFTLY WE GO

SWING ON

The world past the front porch, watching the same clouds set in the magic of the sky   prayers lift up from swings and wicker chairs escaping through tired screens   cars passing know only of roads, the next corner the direction home or close to it   train whistles cross over buildings and empty … More SWING ON

CLOCK ON THE WALL

It was a like a movie of memories an afternoon of family pictures unreeling   reflection shadows rainy day card games the aroma of cut grass,   all reminders of heaven without sunshine   and how time cruelly changed leaving some behind while unfolding others stiffly like a washed shirt on a winter clothesline   … More CLOCK ON THE WALL

BACKUP

Sometimes a desert a dirt road off the highway a carpet of sand lifeless weeds twisted barbwire arroyos, tumble weeds and road signs shot to death   wishing for something new doesn’t exist here no prayers or supplications on this level ground of desperate and forgotten   speak of this place with respect its revenge … More BACKUP

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