PAST DUE

Sometimes, sometimes no one is home on the insideĀ  of me where my voice has no return from the words released   the inside shadow finds no shadow   the echo of a name a voice I always thought responded back from a corner I knew by comfort   where my eyes knew every blemish … More PAST DUE

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.