JUMP IN

  At the end of the earth there’s a diving board where grieving souls and soiled hands search for security and a higher calling   there comes a realization there are no road signs or directions   but the hope there’s a safety net after the jump       Advertisements

JUMP IN

At the end of the earth there’s a diving board for each of us, where grieving souls and soiled hands search for a higher place; everyone hopes for security.   Truth exposes itself in various colors; nighttime is when the fear of alone is invisible.  Long stories and dreams about voices no longer present fill … More JUMP IN

UNCOMMON CORNERS

We are grains of sand. Marked within the glass. A gathering of what’s behind, out of reach, as one more grain tumbles, brushing against broken thoughts and lies we turned into truth.  There are doors we locked and clouds we pointed at; road signs desperate to advise.  Another grain of names slips thorough, some forgotten … More UNCOMMON CORNERS

THIS DAY

The release of loss Should be a temporary dark over; like a half smile, part with you, part at you.   It’s when confessions drip from a repentant tongue, loosening squeaky thoughts, relieved to be free.   The inside of healing words fight to the surface, struggling for new air; a chance for old shadows … More THIS DAY

EMPTY LOTS

This town has no easy street. Its not about luck or the draw in favor. Fast shoes keep them moving on sidewalks, all looking the same. Red lights give pause to the race and the prize that fails to praise.   The occasional flowers and the best of struggling trees survive in silence in empty … More EMPTY LOTS