SWING ON

The world past the front porch, watching the same clouds set in the magic of the sky   prayers lift up from swings and wicker chairs escaping through tired screens   cars passing know only of roads, the next corner the direction home or close to it   train whistles cross over buildings and empty … More SWING ON

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        

THE HOPEFUL

Backyard hideaway supporting wings of travel flags turned flat and straight clouds above roll out mercy while angels move swiftly overhead as the earth continues to turn underneath those in need   where wishes find passage into the softness of the praying soul discovering gold under the diamonds of eyes full of promise.    

ONE DAY

Always looking for the next bus that would take him to where he belongs   not sure which direction and weather has no say   traveling with a good hat and short story secrets, the ones unable to explain with just one line   roads have adopted him pushing him beyond crossroads     cant … More ONE DAY

RUNNING AWAY

Open boxcars men failed at chance broken families seasons to forget miles separate the pain turned up collars faded jeans empty pockets soft eyes yesterdays meal from garbage cans behind a diner at a river town   bayous and bridges sand and deserts push on engines running hot grease and creosote luck long gone past … More RUNNING AWAY

DOWN AND AWAY

Dust rose in menacing circles behind the car; generations of travel brushed to the roadside.  Truck lights create lonely shadows.  Bleary eyes crave coffee; the liquid toothpicks of temporary vision. Hitchhikers seek the ride of hope, their boots worn down to sandals as they desire other places. Forgiveness is far from home.  Familiar voices are … More DOWN AND AWAY

BLENDING

The secret of being lost is the disregard for being found   the luxury of blending to be part of unseen corners drifting away from everyone’s roads   brushing past idle spirits and obstacles in the path   the soul of travel are tents left behind   places where a moment was meant for a … More BLENDING

NIGHT TRAVELER

There is a vision inside of everyone. A vision of something distant from reality, yet persistent, attempting to create belief. A flash of honey sweetens the dreams that we hide in our pillows. Stories tightly wrapped in linen.   A fresh song or story taps its way to the surface, turning over the stone of … More NIGHT TRAVELER

PLACE YOUR BETS

Sometimes there’s not enough words to explain the day.  We attempt to create a shape, a revelation between spaces, where a line becomes more than a crease in time.  It’s a half note matured and filled with air.  The sound bursts into a place not yet traveled.  The movement resembles a crusade, a new path … More PLACE YOUR BETS

TEMPORARY NOBODY

When you go somewhere as a stranger you can blend in as an unaware traveler avoiding name introduction or needless small talk while roaming unconcerned regarding schedules wearing your favorite shirt and red sneakers free of critical opinion you pass a store window and smile back at yourself then merge with the shadows of a … More TEMPORARY NOBODY