UP THERE

The moon   a legend in the sky   a face to talk to a light to cry under   a beacon for our paths alongside rivers shorelines and late night sidewalks   we observe from here at the basement of gravity a beauty that haunts us.

UPSTREAM

There’s no bottom to the city   treeless empty lots   broken stone trash and puddles where buildings were planned to reach the moon and stars   sidewalk people swim upstream in both directions without order searching for a place   sirens help or prevent   subways rattle breathing heavy stoic faces anxious hands

JUST BY CHANCE

eventide appeared   its calmness balanced between back and forth waiting for a command a higher power stars and moon and maybe the sun   to exact the perfect template a framework of directions unspoken unrehearsed a play performed on the world stage unimpeded mostly unnoticed until it begins to move   as it always … More JUST BY CHANCE

NIGHTLY FAITH

Every evening he gazed up at evening stars whispering words he collected or a poem or song he was fond of watching the mist of his breath layer gently into cool air   and even if clouds blocked his view he continued to speak knowing the stars were still there  

SOFTLY WE GO

The words spoken were like threads thinning at the elbow, deep thoughts from a cold heart with warm hands   a story of the distant from here about adding to the next step after the last one taken   speaking darkly about alleys cutting between buildings of memories and voices at the clothesline or the … More SOFTLY WE GO

PARK STREET

Late into night images appear on the ceiling of my bedroom sharp angles momentary slivers of car lights traffic signals neon flashes crawling, colliding   perishable images appearing then vanishing without sound as the slip down melting onto the wall  

FINALLY

There’s clouds I spoke to, yelled at cried under   and stars I confessed the worst of me bouncing prayers off the space between   and under moons where useless silver threads failed to drown out the blood of my sins   as my eyes suffered sight to see a way through   to the … More FINALLY

ALWAYS

That’s my star   seasons change alignment but its always there   night clouds hide its face thunderstorms try to wash it away but its still there   clear nights smile me wide within horizons depth standing in the usual place, its always there   security in my eyes faith in my heart, I look … More ALWAYS

FROM THE EDGE

From the fires comes the soil of independence a revolution of being disconnected resisting the effort to conform just to exist   while the street calls for a voice and the paper for a pen   desire hopes for the stars to align, discovering the balance under a full moon

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    The moon dissolved over treetops   the area is remote and wild   a black night sky exposes the stars on a dark curved canopy   dreams and wishes search for the desperate   you can see the crest of the earth from here   a place deserving of only a few   … More LIMITED OFFER