MY PAGES

A curious wind turned turned the pages living in residence within me   paper thoughts and pictures of me tumbled from within as a familiar history unfolded with faces of laughter and others suffering in pain   the binding of truth and fiction is strong forming a web holding the center of the story firm … More MY PAGES

THE NEEDLES EYE

The last blessing the settling of forms the shadows over a life put in order   truth hidden in stones deposited slowly into the heart   rivers absent of motion become power lost   thin paths test the feet of the brave   at the end everyone witnesses the valley of their birth.

END AROUND

I felt the water clock hold sentence over me.  Dribbling out good, bad, indifference and sincerity.   Its pendulum was silent, though refreshing me with reminders like a mirror reflecting the truth.   Every experience has weight; the winning, losing, success and luck.   We balance them until it tips. The results are unspoken for. … More END AROUND

JUMP IN

At the end of the earth there’s a diving board for each of us, where grieving souls and soiled hands search for a higher place; everyone hopes for security.   Truth exposes itself in various colors; nighttime is when the fear of alone is invisible.  Long stories and dreams about voices no longer present fill … More JUMP IN

LAST CALL

There was a final call for last drinks at the Black Cactus Cantina, a place comfortable in the shadows. It was another night of switchblades, leather boots and lies with smiles.  Warm desert winds and roaming lizards stir night sands.   Women with showy names and men without truth move through the door to outside. … More LAST CALL

THIS WAY

A soft shoe slips the floor, pushing aside sawdust and broken promises; the cost of today releases the cash for night. Empty back pockets hold dreams without conviction.  Black sunglasses shape the truth.  Pearly white smiles spread a net; the hungry listen to anything, full stomachs walk by. Street vendors speak the truth.  Its a … More THIS WAY

THROWING IT TOGETHER

The clay of inspiration.  Hands forming, breathing with chance; the unmaking of one into another.  Words fall to the carpet, rolling into waiting ears where discerning and rejection fill the shadows; the song played backwards says nothing.   There’s a blush of hate at the mouth of truth and a smile on the eyes of … More THROWING IT TOGETHER

TRUTH

Misplaced thoughts are broken stones. The sides of the road hold treasures for those walking by. Old newspapers separate us from yesterday’s tragedies. Wisdom is born in diners and roadside Cafes. Painted signs on old barns hold the innocence of roadside marketing. Paper hats have character against the sun. Popsicles were once five cents. Longer … More TRUTH

REALITY STRIKES

Dawn drops the hammer on the last intersection of day.  A star curtain drapes itself over a thin blue canopy. Tasteful air rushes in to become the last act. Stories told grow tall with unnatural lies, encouraging events that didn’t happen until reality calls us out from the bench, waiting to see if we melt … More REALITY STRIKES