RUNNING AWAY

Open boxcars men failed at chance broken families seasons to forget miles separate the pain turned up collars faded jeans empty pockets soft eyes yesterdays meal from garbage cans behind a diner at a river town   bayous and bridges sand and deserts push on engines running hot grease and creosote luck long gone past … More RUNNING AWAY

ONE TOWN OVER

The other side of shade, on the banks of the unfamiliar, where I am mindful of dust, from towns past, but not from here. It’s a summer loud day, the wind and sky companions, a place some call home, where a sweater is used for warmth or a pillow. A place where houses and main … More ONE TOWN OVER

MEMORY GHOST

      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

FALLEN ANGELS

Railroad cars rattle to an uncomfortable stop.  The heartless metal boxcars release a few late night traveling souls. The aroma of pitch and diesel fuel permeates cool air.  Chameleon eyes survey temporary grounds for displaced scarecrows.  Torn outer coats, shirts without buttons, uneasy hats all possess that insistent hunger common to all. They walk to … More FALLEN ANGELS

AS THE GARDEN GROWS

The ground rose, colliding with the emotions of my steps, railroading me through stations of thought. Like drums beating a steady cadence of emotions, suggesting a direction for desire. Goals evaporated without explanation. Private thoughts hide in the alleys where dreams live long enough to take a few breaths. There’s fire in the creative hands … More AS THE GARDEN GROWS

RAIL YARD

Coffee brewed with morning aroma in the apartment overlooking the rail yard. Between curtains, curious fingers open a space for wandering eyes. Men with hats and stained overalls oil the smoking metal beats. A tower switchman yells from a window to ears thinking of lunch. A dog runs over the twisting tracks, its tail tucked … More RAIL YARD