WAITING MOMENTS

The alley weary brick lined its surface scarred the aroma of dampness lingering waits expectantly for its fraction of sunlight   never enough to heal the sordid lingering air like sidewalks wide streets or parks where children play   the alley is the center between buildings holding out for a few angled moments    

THE STRAY

He touched the side of me ocean eyes looking up from a gray face the alley was his home shadowed under day pulsing at night   across his face a twisted scar of courage and half of the right ear missing   he circled me shoulders balanced not a sound from the paws he was … More THE STRAY

MEMORY GHOST

      Railroad Avenue. Cinders and broken glass. Warm engines blowing smoke. Old men with hats, suspenders, stained work boots and pants. Great stories of Louisiana bayous, marshlands, mountains and oceans. Empty freight cars transporting lost souls and homeless dreams. Wooden platforms, benches carved with names.  Trackside families. Steady work. Scars and sweat. Creosote … More MEMORY GHOST

RESPECT

He was a standing man of stone. An iron gate fixed into ground.  In his eyes was a tempest of seriousness. Hands calloused from years of grappling with building and tearing down. His shadow moved under the caution of direct intent. He smiles infrequently, only when mentioning his son. He carries a newspaper, his contact … More RESPECT