PATHWAYS

Skylines of the past. Barges full of memories. Secret wars of the mind releasing reminders.   Finding your way on a bridge of suitcases while conditioning to change. under satellites of ideas thawing frozen winds as day delivers.  

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

SOUND BODY

Formations of greatness, bound in seed and watered without bias raising irregular unconstrained hands like an ocean lifting a sound with its body as waves clap approval and stretch a mounted force greater than fists or hate.   Footsteps signal a movement, a start, the middle of going, a journey to be there.   People … More SOUND BODY