INTO THE CENTER

Back roads of dust break into my dreams, dividing me. I fall into waters of the past; temporary ground with shallow allotments of time. Like ships running aground, I relive fleeting sections of thoughts wrapped in vines of voices. It’s all a stage of featured impulses holding center court, like lyrical messages on the shorelines … More INTO THE CENTER

CREATION

I settled down, though briefly and had a think, like when water becomes ambient, not warm or cold; placid while reshaping an outcome.   It was a must, a brush with orderliness, creating the back end before leading the pen to water.   It became a flower moment, an opening as if sun touched, bringing … More CREATION

OPEN DISORDER

Waves of words press against change, pushing relentlessly uphill, gaining two steps behind forward.  Like clouds boiling out, releasing fingers of long rain.  Tension is a moment of unwanted paradise.  Voices rise within a stream of indifference; there are no two sides, only one is always right. A walk of thoughts becomes a river, a … More OPEN DISORDER

OPEN WALK

From the third story window, traffic below releases a voice. The aroma of warm asphalt, oil and exhaust rises into the space between tired buildings.  People imitate the ants below their feet; swerving to avoid contact. Passing anger remains concealed within; learned by everyone to survive.  Eyes gaze from open windows, scanning the streets and … More OPEN WALK

A COVERED RELEASE

Beyond the next minute, prodigal thoughts recreate avenues of traveling words. All second hand messages are burned; ashes of vulnerability swept over the edges. Angry hands anxiously record the moment; nervous legs anticipate. The aroma of the story are spice trees for the reader. Words stand trial.  Judgement opens quietly.  The energy of success swells. … More A COVERED RELEASE

MIGHTY STREAMS

It’s the anxious part of me, working to find a home for my thoughts. Cataloging single words while they circulate like carousel horses waiting for the run to the barn; verses change the menu of how I speak.   I avoid the company of well wishers, praising the moment, ignoring the spirit.  They feast on … More MIGHTY STREAMS

OPEN FOLDS

A signal without an arrow pointing from an unspecified corner.  Choosing not to speak is the language of the curious; the absence of shoes limits the desire to go.   Something eventually brings us to the edge, where the precipice creates a sickness in our knees, fearing the fall and the bottom.   From here, … More OPEN FOLDS

OPEN SHADOWS

Frail sparrows wait without flight at the take-out counter.  The aroma reduces the chill of hunger; accepting gladly the warm prize they turn with hope, stepping out into the cold.   Fast thoughts whisk across tables and counters.  Words mixed with coffee and cigarettes fuel pointing fingers as the world is explored over hamburgers and … More OPEN SHADOWS

FULL FLIGHT

He possessed great words.  Blocks of released thoughts, the granite of wisdom.  His words took flight, escaping the boundaries of conversations, creating a new understanding between the lines of ordinary sentences. Like spring blossoming, he opened the pedals of stories, heating the imagination, striking the iron of curiosity.   His posture presented authority.  His tone … More FULL FLIGHT

THIS DAY

The release of loss Should be a temporary dark over; like a half smile, part with you, part at you.   It’s when confessions drip from a repentant tongue, loosening squeaky thoughts, relieved to be free.   The inside of healing words fight to the surface, struggling for new air; a chance for old shadows … More THIS DAY