OPEN ARMS

A great wind like the son of a hurricane stretching before landfall befell on a grand tree of long life and shadow falling into the limbs of its equal laying across its arms like a wounded soldier still full and alive but slowly bleeding   the overgrowth of the underbrush below welcomed its eventual descent … More OPEN ARMS

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.    

CUTTING A PATH

Sailing ships full sails sliding through blue and green waves divide into exhaustion song of wind never the same strong hands mast the desire of motion angles break apart clouds add fuel the earth turns under the surface rope and wood fuel and fury heaven moves aside angels applaud  

ONE TOWN OVER

The other side of shade, on the banks of the unfamiliar, where I am mindful of dust, from towns past, but not from here. It’s a summer loud day, the wind and sky companions, a place some call home, where a sweater is used for warmth or a pillow. A place where houses and main … More ONE TOWN OVER

COMMAND

The bow carved a sharp signature through oceans charm; a moment of perfection.   It was a revival of solitude, a refuge, seamless, unhurried, exposing soft edges.   The wind was well mannered. The boat maintained its space, cutting a pathway from inspired design, slicing through without compromise.   The rudder boasts a worthy thirst, … More COMMAND

ONCE A YEAR

Festival day captures the heart of church bells, stirring the sedative village into boisterous frivolity. Adjoining terraces are decorated with multiple loud colors. Pigeons look down from rooftops. Shops are closed for the day. Paper banners rattle in the wind.   Revelers dance on shaded streets, celebrating generations of unchanged excitement. With arms entwined they … More ONCE A YEAR

ONE PAST YESTERDAY

I pulled down a dream. Opened like a present. I feel a full sun warming me; breezes reinforce the moment. Beach grass bends to rhythm. Bicycles, open shirts, uncombed hair.  Faces without voices.  Water reflections. Warm freshly tarred roads. The fragrance of low tide. Corners without boundaries. Each day writes its own menu. Radios speak … More ONE PAST YESTERDAY

CITY WALKING

Rectangles with souls. Windows lined like soldiers. Sounds in the head.  Fog rises but never into a storm.  Dogs walking as if they know where they’re going. Fast steps lead to a corner bar where No one’s ship comes in; liquid languages spoken here.   Everything appears in slow motion. It’s easier to remember when … More CITY WALKING

PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY

There’s a distant place, a delicate vision created from the memory of questionably reality.  Believing what was there may be the shadow of what was only part; we see the evidence of wind but not the actual wind.  Soon the absurd becomes real, a parallel difference difficult to discern like the layers of an onion; … More PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY

MENDING THREAD

Broken letters. The unfashioning of words scattered on the floor; thoughts rejected, names forgotten.   Jumbled letters; a game without love.  Static angles breaking out of paragraphs, swept into piles, filling buckets, thrown to the wind where letters from lost words find new air, breathing life from the incorrect.