LATE NIGHT

  walking a path where moonlight follows   breezes brush against the edge of curiosity   a reminder that phantoms are shadows with voices revealing everything once tried and those feelings avoided   afraid of loving afraid of losing   haunting the inner soul    

WALKING HOME

A slap of cold air bruised blue the covering of my skin   A bullying wind caught me by the neck twisting my hat   yesterday’s newspaper jumped from the grasp of a fence lodging at my ankles like a homeless pup   night pulls dark over my steps.          

OVER AND AROUND

It was a summer day spent away on a road without names or numbers an unknown destination absent of stress a wind away from the start a breath nearer to the end a back road where long shadows are welcome and night breezes welcome the passage of gardenias and the sound of very little or … More OVER AND AROUND

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

SETTLING IN

Winds circle wheat tops twisting stems into spasms like thieves running over dried leaves and dead branches   sunshine strikes window surfaces when passing clouds allow percussion’s of light to pass around dense mist   the ground thirsts for rain the blood of soil      

FROM UP HERE

Charcoal shadows lay flat like iron sprayed across walls then spills silently onto a fallowed field suffering from a lack of love.   a blood sun spreads warm rivers over streets and sides of tired brick buildings.   an emotional wind creates sounds resembling whispered words pushed through fences and back porch screens.    

ALWAYS AROUND

Early winds signatures of change branches sway under invisible forces from all sides pushes past objects never restricted intent always direct untraceable altering without reason curving through cities tumbling into canyons unimpeded over deserts    

SOMETIMES ALONE

Day turns over its hand the imperfect fame and weak applause of dusk follows into nights cover where careless fears settle within a harvest of solitude   the sound of breathing entertains the imagination of rebels  in hiding nearby while in the black beyond there is always something like a vanishing accident or an unused … More SOMETIMES ALONE

GREATNESS

A ritual with friends, an open meadow under a night sky, lying back tracing stars as clouds divide and uncounted winds slip away we inherit the oblivion, nourishing curiosity as the orbits of eyes absorb the greatness.   Slowly, with hesitation, we leave a memory of footprints and the dampness of our words, until once … More GREATNESS

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.