JUST BY CHANCE

eventide appeared   its calmness balanced between back and forth waiting for a command a higher power stars and moon and maybe the sun   to exact the perfect template a framework of directions unspoken unrehearsed a play performed on the world stage unimpeded mostly unnoticed until it begins to move   as it always … More JUST BY CHANCE

NIGHTLY FAITH

Every evening he gazed up at evening stars whispering words he collected or a poem or song he was fond of watching the mist of his breath layer gently into cool air   and even if clouds blocked his view he continued to speak knowing the stars were still there  

EXPRESSION

Poetry strong a subtle story without subtitles   breathing out words to grow on or avoid   ideas pressed in the winds of thought   hold tight the cards place the bets take the winnings and then the door   tears for hope and faith to the end

SOFTLY WE GO

The words spoken were like threads thinning at the elbow, deep thoughts from a cold heart with warm hands   a story of the distant from here about adding to the next step after the last one taken   speaking darkly about alleys cutting between buildings of memories and voices at the clothesline or the … More SOFTLY WE GO

ONE STAR DINER

Its on the edge of the desert   an open door welcomes the thirsty and the curious   ashtrays full of last nights words and crushed hearts where leather jackets and quarters keep the juke box breathing   passing freight trains push a melody to someplace   where truckers kill time until the coffee turns … More ONE STAR DINER

SOFT LANDING

A forceful rain releases words from the broken parts of life lifted up against the weight of gravity, into passing clouds   as the letters drift down they reform into the openness of sacrifices and shame   revealing an empty shell once complete but still beautiful.          

THE PRICE WE PAY

THE PRICE WE PAY     Anger and love broken shells parts scattered on life’s shoreline and deep waters hidden in clouds rolled out of storms under still waters suspended out of reach praying for balance understanding alone sometimes touching but not really touching the violence of gravity the weight of words unspoken destiny the … More THE PRICE WE PAY

WITHIN THIS

An unseasonable difference the bouquet of destiny crowded within the magic of sleep the region between unknown footsteps unsure voices while the fullness of gravity prevents the ability for touch   this unexplained element of drama remains bazaar where particles of words raise the curtain on another morning  

PAST DUE

Sometimes, sometimes no one is home on the inside  of me where my voice has no return from the words released   the inside shadow finds no shadow   the echo of a name a voice I always thought responded back from a corner I knew by comfort   where my eyes knew every blemish … More PAST DUE