ONCE AGAIN

I fell into the remembers today the how and why the places I walked with voices now removed and stories part and full some not real   someone calls my name; no one is there   trees and paths know me change moves in and replaces   trying to recall works hard the memory threads … More ONCE AGAIN

ALL IN GOOD TIME

There was disorder within the order a calmness unexplained   the seasons understood, time blinked with favor   the wonder of it all held captive the growth of something new reminding us of change   the solid cornerstones remain benchmarks of what yet becomes real

WARHOL GONE

There was a narrow reason to mourn   a cerebral molting spread over partly framed orderly opinions   he was a recluse of twisted dreams pure with talent a personal connection to the souls of interest within his circle   he formed a texture of words weaving clouds into reality   rain washed him, arms … More WARHOL GONE

NIGHT TRAVELER

There is a vision inside of everyone. A vision of something distant from reality, yet persistent, attempting to create belief. A flash of honey sweetens the dreams that we hide in our pillows. Stories tightly wrapped in linen.   A fresh song or story taps its way to the surface, turning over the stone of … More NIGHT TRAVELER

DETERMINED

She pressed forward, altering the flow of gravity with radical changes as if peddling backward on life. She fought hard, creating the forward motion of a legacy, determined with destiny. It was a fight against the current; moving under bridges and over mountains. Her emotions were handpicked, fresh from yesterday’s stories. She would say, “I … More DETERMINED

PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY

There’s a distant place, a delicate vision created from the memory of questionably reality.  Believing what was there may be the shadow of what was only part; we see the evidence of wind but not the actual wind.  Soon the absurd becomes real, a parallel difference difficult to discern like the layers of an onion; … More PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY

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