WHY ME

The noise of previous shame arises without notice without explanation without a  name   it’s the bell that cannot be unrung the water that pushes us uphill   it compresses the heart with uncertain destiny releasing to the surface the dog days of every season   it takes great energy to suppress and smooth the … More WHY ME

BREAKING AWAY

Leaving finds the life in an area of away where strength of a single candled spirit is encouraged to move forward at the crossroad   there is stumbling because of the unexplained the unexpected and loss of protection when finally breaking away yet divided   you continue the journey knowing it is right  

RECOVERY

Desolate promises the unexpected highlight of yesterday the inherited creation for the newness of today   it was a narrative without stop a gift of holding onto where whispers become words and night has no fears   the strength of rivers provides no answers while distant moons release abandoned angels into the hearts thirsting for … More RECOVERY

RUMBLING

The river is a testament to longstanding, a continuation without interruption   the river possesses beauty and strength its banks dappled with brush and half buried trees   velvet smooth water the veins of flow to the oceans heart feeds on silt from fields and ancient meadows   its motion is a voice   it … More RUMBLING

PROMISED LEGACY

A generation of beginnings the waters of creation wrung from opening souls like coded scripture, a blossoming without restriction deeply rooted without withdrawing perusing the work accepting success never yielding breaking from common people endurance and strength the need to share the heart to open the chance to improve.      

WHICH WAY

Dogs barking, children in an abandoned lot.  Their game interrupted by a dispute. Small towns hold its players close, leaving little room to maneuver away from the center.  Girls look at magazines, shopping for images. Young men sweat with strength, struggling with self as they search beyond the package of where they are.  An old … More WHICH WAY

ALMOST OVERHEAD

There was a caution in the air. A thin front of yellow yielded to heavy black layers of a disruptive sky crawling menacingly above. Thunder sounded from the hands of trauma, releasing repeated detonations. The calm surface air quickly became an unlikely opportunity for safety. Nature began to carve out its design of strength in … More ALMOST OVERHEAD

SAND STRENGTH

A stirring within the water. A pattern of signatures overwhelming the passage of a turbulent surface. Consequences foretold.  The opening of truth is not always accepted.  Hands cut from stone, granite facts, like swimming underwater against strong currents.   A mirror becomes the vestibule of confessions, releasing waves of who we thought we might be … More SAND STRENGTH

STAYSAIL

He feigns the opening delight of day with a yawn; his eyes express a sad boredom. He stretches out night, arching himself like a snake wrapped in fur.  He saunters with confidence over rugs and hardwood floors, glancing with occasion while passing open doors and shadowed corners for lurking danger.  He assembles his lithe frame … More STAYSAIL

COMMON SENSE

There’s a merging of shadows around the backside of me, positioning to break out and pass to the front with quick steps and nervous breaths. Ships of night line up for the challenge of dreams. Topsails strain at the strength of speed while battling cold steel overcasts attempting to slow the progress forged in the … More COMMON SENSE