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

OTHER SIDE

early stillness city awakening neon’s blink off apartment lights on a few cars and a cat   warm street air pigeons pass overhead red brick walls slate steps alley doors aroma of bacon and coffee stagnate puddles grease and diesel fumes   sun rising over rivers horizon stepping slowly from earths other side    

SEPARATING POWER

to the river   currents of madness, a serpent tempting   wisdom before time the greatest of powers always running beyond and away   a deep voice of fear and warning   the under-surface twists and turns its own song as it keeps the sides forever apart  

CASUALLY MOVING

deep river an undisturbed surface an inner turbulence   a train without stop the collision of waters the movement of stones and debris, sheltered until exiled to a new under surface   depths without light silt from unnamed layers a force casually breaking everything and all things in the path, not in anger just the … More CASUALLY MOVING

RUNNING THE RACE

we are water within a great river   singular not yet seen   we move in flocks and herds   down roads climbing stairs to doors unfamiliar   within a few there is a calling a message scrawled on the heart of a gift yet used   we are a great rush of sound over … More RUNNING THE RACE

NEVER FORGOTTEN

NEVER FORGOTTEN     the best of life taken replaced with words a sketch of what lies below remembrances etched onto stone as pain releases and agony unleashes a river wide beyond sky where to go or see as the voice haunts like waters of a stream night and day passing through until faintly a … More NEVER FORGOTTEN

TO THE END

before counted time there was death where dreams cease like a broken branch nevermore to leaf   the moon and stars care not   the sun passes over the clouds and winds prevail while the spirit crosses a river or into a light   those remaining shed tears washing out their souls remembering the last … More TO THE END

UP THERE

The moon   a legend in the sky   a face to talk to a light to cry under   a beacon for our paths alongside rivers shorelines and late night sidewalks   we observe from here at the basement of gravity a beauty that haunts us.

SPEAK UP

It’s the pause between   that stiffness of silence   a moment caught within a second of time   when rivers of thoughts flow back upstream overflowing the good intentions   bringing out the uncomfortable the ugliness of softness the hate hidden the affection afraid to release into troubled air   as nothing changes and … More SPEAK UP

COMMON GROUND

We are students on the edge where unedited souls   are roots of voices searching for a river to be part of   to form a journey of communion to lean away from the failing   we tempt mercy under various clouds while resembling a fallen shingle from the sky   there is no center … More COMMON GROUND