EAST STREET

unashamed smoky alleys, rock walls overlook back porch squatters   pigeons wary of a changing breeze and strangers without wings garble a frightened message taking flight   barred windows, forgotten garbage, and bells ringing, signal the top of the hour;   for some the end, others, late for dinner

OVERLOOKED TRAVELER

a life in parenthesis   brittle remembrances of unlimited space, beyond the moon   considering which dreams to hold which mountains to avoid and roads to release   there were winds in full flight, an opus with voices, thin like the pages of a book dripping letters, forming words   a balance between a breath … More OVERLOOKED TRAVELER

WATERS SPEAKING BLUE

sadness   the uncontrolled wind the draining of a sink silent thoughts positioned from those close   campfires without smoke smoldering reigniting the lips water over the eyes a baptism with ashes   as the heart asks for one more beat and the feet for another step  

WATCHING

to brave the change the unknown on a park bench feeding pigeons, eagles in another life while enjoying the green as leaves scratch in winds way   boys throwing stones dogs on leashes with angry eyes walking on paths around ponds   as day is completed much like yesterday and tomorrow  

SKY SIGNS

invisible winds twisting clouds gray shadow prints crawl past   a deepening of humidity changing without introduction   rain presses in lightening blasts thunder hammers fog blankets   …and then   blue sky infinity slips within the circle where we stand

DESERT SHORT CUT

falling knives and unmarked graves suspicious eyes serpents and fire cold scales, warm venom on the desert floor as day heat fails to night cold and folds of winds usher in cool flat air like ankle deep water and the pull of tides you run for life with busy feet crossing to safety on the … More DESERT SHORT CUT

NIGHT RATTLING

a full moon exposes the rugged skin of a meadow a storm dead tree paths grown over broken stone walls as the wind speaks a disturbed language punishing ghosts and beating gravestones on a night overshadowed by a black cat and broken mirror magic  

THE LAST PICNIC

scattered at the crossroads a pair of shoes left without a note plastic flamingos broken bottles cigarettes and a purse   cactus cast shadows over sand and rock   the sun moves past the other side of barren hills   cool breezes give flight to paper plates and red napkins   while night blinds the … More THE LAST PICNIC

LINEN SONG

fair winds circled past open windows teasing checked and striped curtains snapping their ends against red stained brick walls signaling like a ship messages to the sky  

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