THE GATHERING

A jukebox holds a corner of the room hostage. Half lit.  Its neon’s struggle to blink.  A scratchy song labors in love.  Diner patrons huddle in whispers.  A black and white checkered floor supports night traffic.  Crumpled napkins on the tables; one has a phone number written in red.  Green cracked seat cushions welcome the … More THE GATHERING

CURTAIN RISING

How deep are your songs? Do they champion the cause you carry?   Inside is a passion. The reason for sunlight. The delight of morning to wake you.   The day is generous; it’s an empty sack Waiting to be filled.   The hope in your breath is the meadowlark waiting to release the music. … More CURTAIN RISING