ALL ROADS

all roads lead from me,   long spaces for nights blessings and mornings light as new beginnings stir the senses into full blossomed roads, where no choice is wrong,   full of miles, waysides and memories

OVERLOOKED TRAVELER

a life in parenthesis   brittle remembrances of unlimited space, beyond the moon   considering which dreams to hold which mountains to avoid and roads to release   there were winds in full flight, an opus with voices, thin like the pages of a book dripping letters, forming words   a balance between a breath … More OVERLOOKED TRAVELER

CAN YOU SPARE

the whereabouts of being unknown on a traveled road with curves and long straights   walking a town, suspicious eyes whispers and turns brother can you spare, where the diner is?   a meal like others, garnished with haste to the road outside that knows my name   we are friends  

PIECES

the story within a song a passing face the sound of your name a closing door morning rain first falling leaves last summer day the other glove soft side of a hand a spring wreath an old letter favorite shoes the chance for again the sun absorbing rain the cat that came back a road … More PIECES

FREEZE FRAME

  black and white photos of my youth under a dominant sun with uncombed hair barefoot open shirts dirt roads to beaches bridges and paths to discover before porch lights snap on and bonfires send sparks to heavens floor                    

SURFACING

Be the road long and unending with steps repeating   like a drum releasing a beat while stepping through a curtain of promises to the other side   where removing and separating is no longer blurred like underwater images   we try to forget   surfacing a little less broken

NIGHT REST

I’m on my own line   there’s no sideways just the only road I know   a nameless opening to slip through   the green grass on the other side is well past and without flavor to remember and faces forgotten   night rest now comes easy

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

OVER AND AROUND

It was a summer day spent away on a road without names or numbers an unknown destination absent of stress a wind away from the start a breath nearer to the end a back road where long shadows are welcome and night breezes welcome the passage of gardenias and the sound of very little or … More OVER AND AROUND

ONE STAR DINER

Its on the edge of the desert   an open door welcomes the thirsty and the curious   ashtrays full of last nights words and crushed hearts where leather jackets and quarters keep the juke box breathing   passing freight trains push a melody to someplace   where truckers kill time until the coffee turns … More ONE STAR DINER