FROM THE EDGE

From the fires comes the soil of independence a revolution of being disconnected resisting the effort to conform just to exist   while the street calls for a voice and the paper for a pen   desire hopes for the stars to align, discovering the balance under a full moon Advertisements

WINTER FADES

A wedge or orange waits for morning fingers   a black cat at the screen door; a pinch of salt over the shoulder   same radio songs weather changes clouds always appear   last patch of snow in the shaded corner of the shed   a few buds up high on trees thrive where sunlight … More WINTER FADES

WHY ME

The noise of previous shame arises without notice without explanation without a  name   it’s the bell that cannot be unrung the water that pushes us uphill   it compresses the heart with uncertain destiny releasing to the surface the dog days of every season   it takes great energy to suppress and smooth the … More WHY ME

UP THERE

There are clouds familiar ones maybe the one overhead right now listening to broken hearts watching feet run away   witnessing the moods of souls the arrows of words up and tears shed falling down   the cloud, maybe this one has heard it all extending an empathetic extension of itself absorbing the pain folding … More UP THERE

RECOVERY

Desolate promises the unexpected highlight of yesterday the inherited creation for the newness of today   it was a narrative without stop a gift of holding onto where whispers become words and night has no fears   the strength of rivers provides no answers while distant moons release abandoned angels into the hearts thirsting for … More RECOVERY

FROM HERE

There’s a crossroad junction in west Texas a place far away from most of what we know a place with partially paved country roads stretching true to the compass and a few wild flowers growing like crooked fingers at the base of four stop signs   every direction has a city at its end with … More FROM HERE