The strangeness of late hours and busy feet walking between buildings where memories sift through passions and promises it must be the under surface of heaven where shadows and dreams whisper wisdom and pillows hide dreams and finally we realize that flowers become more beautiful as we age into something new Advertisements
It’s the river thick with flow a moving mass of air over motion full of whispers shadowed in the past of me near where street cars pound metal and smoke stacks send signals raining soot in alleys and corners where pain and sweat speak of days of youth once thought never to end where prayers … More IN FULL VIEW
Desolate promises the unexpected highlight of yesterday the inherited creation for the newness of today it was a narrative without stop a gift of holding onto where whispers become words and night has no fears the strength of rivers provides no answers while distant moons release abandoned angels into the hearts thirsting for … More RECOVERY
Walking the dream on legs without stars a release drives within like seasons changing from equatorial spinning pushing us against celestial misgivings of unanswered prayers where whispers and voices strain through burlap separating the living from storytellers as miracles wait to be called out from hiding.
A cast iron sky stretched over uneven buildings and streets where hats tip low and mannequins resemble the living. Quiet thoughts trouble the air. Words twist through the procession of long coats and cigarette smoke while the hard walk of work shoes demands a path. Shadows in corners whisper. Curtains hold onto voices, … More COLD AIR