SOFT DAYS AND NIGHTS

Summer is the end of all rules   where cottages have open window neighbors   and late high flat clouds like rolled blankets signal days end but not the end of dreams   its where youth has no regrets and mistakes are minor and blessings abundant        

ONE TOWN OVER

The other side of shade, on the banks of the unfamiliar, where I am mindful of dust, from towns past, but not from here. It’s a summer loud day, the wind and sky companions, a place some call home, where a sweater is used for warmth or a pillow. A place where houses and main … More ONE TOWN OVER

PASSING BY

I have roads in my pockets. Curves and straightaways own a piece of my steps, as I never look back over a thunderstorm wet shoulder; hats have a way of getting in my way.   I’ll find a coat for winter and shorts for summer. I found a pair of sneakers in Phoenix and some … More PASSING BY

THE GETAWAY

Sea grass waved summer in. The reflection of passionate clouds spread blankets of gray over sand.   It was the getaway, where coffee blended with onshore breezes; a flexible landscape with a flagpole. There were gray shutters outlining white trim and a red bicycle with a basket; the objects created art.   On the porch, … More THE GETAWAY

I HEAR THE SOUND

From the feather edge of thoughts, stewards like marching memories stand red brick building firm. I see the common space between here and there; a sliver of everything important. I sense the layers removed. There is persuasion when the untold surfaces of common spaces, rehabilitate gray skies into the summer of youth   Breezes find … More I HEAR THE SOUND

CAPTURED IMAGE

Her hand dipped lazily into the fountain. Cloud shadows drifted over the square, shading tourists and children. Summer was yielding to fall. Orange and yellow drinks, wide brimmed hats and tables with lovers settled into a mild afternoon.   The woman at the fountain looked up, shielding her eyes like Cleopatra observing a desert of … More CAPTURED IMAGE

TALL TALES

There’s power in the myth, a giant within, having authority to transport the story in hypnotic waves, beckoning us into another world with casual paths or orthodox oppression.   It’s a partial creative thought, the ones pedestrians feel when a summer sun heats both sides of the street, fostering orphaned words with blunt force, igniting … More TALL TALES

INFINITY SKY

A gauze of filtered light set the pattern of a checkered sun streaming across the table.   An uneasy ghost of air plagued the room, circling quietly in an overhead fan then twisting to the floor where it slides into corners, stirring dust and yesterdays webs.   A brief summer steals the warmth of August … More INFINITY SKY

GIVING IN

Willowy tall palms bend with resistance under a byzantine blue sky   The fragrance of changing tides and salt air stir summer with youth and stories   Sand is the celebration of a movable graffiti.   Ivy and roses stretch over a fence, attracting children and angels   There’s nothing regrettable about summer its evenings … More GIVING IN

SOFT WINDS

I got a cloud over me, that’s probably over you where shadows join us as one. There’s a pardon in the shade, a fellowship bound like the roots below my feet. An offering of words, full of vegetation, planted in the garden between our ears. I remain strengthened that summer follows spring and vacations set … More SOFT WINDS