SALT AIR

on the crowded sidewalk he felt his hands were lost   day was slipping silently into a breezy evening   the aroma of salt air filled the pocket of his senses   city lights robbed the glory of stars making faint a crescent moon   he mumbled a prayer like church candles soul dripping   … More SALT AIR

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

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

CAPTURED

He leaned with curiosity.  Both hands on the neck of the shovel; his left leg slightly bent.  A wide brim hat created a recessed cavern for the eyes to hide.  The top two buttons of the blue shirt lay unhinged; sweat streaked under the well-worn cloth.  Dusty untied shoes expressed the unwholesomeness from the loss … More CAPTURED