WALKING THROUGH

The streets are me broken chains of thought in the company of whistles and horns a subway below sidewalks of people fishing for space between crosswalks while a guitar and sax play songs for quarters and dimes all beneath a sun and clouds forming shade and shadows as the engine is motion   Advertisements

THE OTHER SIDE

A summer sun settles silently over a lakes glass top   two shadows within the impulse of beauty glide over deep blue waters   long wooden oars respond willingly to the love of pulling as we press away delicate ripples from the bow   we evaporate over the surface blending into the company of natures … More THE OTHER SIDE

FROM UP HERE

Charcoal shadows lay flat like iron sprayed across walls then spills silently onto a fallowed field suffering from a lack of love.   a blood sun spreads warm rivers over streets and sides of tired brick buildings.   an emotional wind creates sounds resembling whispered words pushed through fences and back porch screens.    

RESTLESS STRENGTH

Needles of streams form rivers; moving water the substance of spare parts a sliding territory under moon and sun.   It’s design is a creative covering of millennial cooperation with pathways to the ocean; a friendship of ancient land and rock.   In season it can become a crown of betrayal connecting briefly with the … More RESTLESS STRENGTH

UNCHAINED

It was a stampede of wheels into a darkness thick as sand. The temperature sprayed heat long past the drop of sun. Engines like the coyote’s scream bring on chills. The cars race to a spot just beyond the edge of nothing. Wild songs dance with air. Bottle tops rain onto blacktop where rubber burns … More UNCHAINED

OPEN ABOVE

A fallen sun drowned in black. Iron painted sky, the hammers of thunderstorms hidden within. Angel wings fall from heaven. Insane nightmares scream through canyon walls. Monsters live in the rush of rain; green blue waters hemorrhage mud brown. Cymbal crashing winds sever branches. The storm consumes the weak and unstable.   The orchestra of … More OPEN ABOVE

DREAMY

It was a night short on dreams. Abstract cellophane images without voices. Gauzy waves rising and spilling over. Busy traffic on a street, in a city I might have passed through. The sun begins to set and then rises up again; the gift of an extra day. Words write themselves onto paper, then disappear. Once … More DREAMY

MY ROCK

It’s my shoreline.  A place of footsteps and whispers, high clouds, blue cobalt skies, forever horizon; it’s a song I live.  A moment brings me in, an hour holds me tight.  It’s a place without time, without changing, it holds the strength of me.  I am the shadow of here. I stand on the edge … More MY ROCK

BUNK HOUSE

Red cowboy boots. Dust with living legends. Blue jeans, the working uniform. Skies with danger and full sun. The aroma of wet hay and work horse saddles.  Leather reins, the steering wheel bound to a bit. Seasons that blend.  Calloused hands. Facial lines, the human rings of trees. Sweat stained hats.  Beards and tattoos. Cold … More BUNK HOUSE

A FULL WASH

The favor of rain washed the city. Wandering masquerades of hats and umbrellas blossom the storm. Vehicle horns curse the air.  Sewer covers are the genius of casual art work.  Steam pipes eject from below the devils exhaust.  Puddles reflect the sky, passing tires shatter the image. Linens smoothly wave themselves dry. A cat warms … More A FULL WASH