BETWEEN THE PAGES

The books she loved and left behind for me were the beats of her heart   scattered randomly between pages were small notes she wrote of love and hate a first kiss lost loves death and pain youth spent choices fire and sand trust tears traveling alone pictures postcards received a diner dreams aging gracefully … More BETWEEN THE PAGES

WELCOME BACK

There’s a silhouette a side shadow   brave with image soulful and longstanding   motion expressed with well spoken words   hat tipped blocking the sun providing shade for eyes of reason   at the edge of a clear stream he stands expecting great things from a cast into swift waters   ripples over rocks … More WELCOME BACK

GREATER THAN ME

It was a blue without end   an opening greater than the sky a place I touched   sand and rocks I walked on   its where I could run when running away   to hide in plain sight while all other sounds were blocked out except the waves   I was a spot on … More GREATER THAN ME

STAY AWAY

The desert curls itself up flat at night   an uncaring landscape off sand and spiders   day’s heat retreats into silence, leaving behind a numbing cold   cacti stand guard over nothing   snakes slither into holes under useless rocks   scavenger animals prowl without much to show   the terrain is life without … More STAY AWAY

BETWEEN STONEWALLS

The structure of the proof is the land   observant eyes and obedient ears stand fast within the silence   the strength of rocks the support of roots a crowded rain   newness is grafted in   at sunset morning glories dip their heads   the moon is a celestial flower   what’s important is … More BETWEEN STONEWALLS

RESTLESS STRENGTH

Needles of streams form rivers; moving water the substance of spare parts a sliding territory under moon and sun.   It’s design is a creative covering of millennial cooperation with pathways to the ocean; a friendship of ancient land and rock.   In season it can become a crown of betrayal connecting briefly with the … More RESTLESS STRENGTH

SEARCHING

Disturbed waters are the evidence of youths seeking a smooth belonging; searching to square off the circle. They are dreamers between rocks, pushing from a hard place, attempting to re-create the beginning without pain, escaping the fires between the lines.   Fingers bait the eyes into corners. Second chances come at a cost. Seek to … More SEARCHING

MY POINT

It was a drama unfolding, an energy of words on the attack, like a fountain of urchins catapulting in air creating and irregular sky. Abstract people shapes resembled stick drawings waving hands and arms like newspapers going aloft; creatures of thought, working the stream.  There was no refuge from the granite of opinions, as the … More MY POINT

HIDDEN UNDERGROUND

The field is a luxurious place to sit and enjoy the growth of nature; the items missing and those left behind. It’s a flat cathedral.  Every spot the hidden pinnacle of a steeple, pointing to heaven.   The song is within the breezes, warm and cool.  The heads of weeds and wild flowers Hum their … More HIDDEN UNDERGROUND

NIGHTLY STROLL

The sound of hounds under the sycamores pulsed the air.  A fog shadowed the ground, concealing weeds and rocks.  A horn, a phantom sound suspended above, Slithered like a snake over tree tops.  Fence posts boarded the field, like cardboard soldiers locking barbed wire arms.  A brown light of dusk muddied the sky.  Bats easily … More NIGHTLY STROLL