A better bridge, by dint of sight it flows through sand and captured light. Into an avenue of of shards of Russian emerald boulevardsAbetted if not aided. Try and feel the measure of the sky as plague of memory invades. … Continue reading plague
A rain filled tent, a story of elephants and Topsy, killed at Coney Island A father and a small boy using a beanbag chair as a sponge and telling stories in that storm.1903 stories here, and a great grandmother born … Continue reading Elephant of 1903
If seen from the air, the village would be a diamond shape, or one of those kites with two strings that thrashes in angered arcs. Some objects reveal the potency of things considered benign because they are hard to perceive. … Continue reading a silence you cannot condone
Beneath the tormented blue,Giants breach the ocean’s hold,Whispers of the resonant engines in the sky,Screaming songs they sing,Echoes in the dying light.Arrows in my eyes, I ride this sinking shipOf Man. Teach me to fly or tear my flesh. Continue reading Sinking Ship of Man
Baden by Vienna Whoever’s homeless now, will build no shelter; who lives alone will live indefinitely so, Rainer Maria Rilke It’s the sort of day that starts with a sparkling sunshine that is overwhelmed by a mass of clouds that … Continue reading 3 Gardens, 3 chapels
Echoes of a voice in yellow paper and pills, he is floating away these last three decades. Warm wild wheat in the sunshine of a thousand hills is the smell he carries…somehow. Did it hurt? Was it like falling asleep … Continue reading Forlorn Empire
A man reminisces about cobblestones, conflicted by grief and his relationship with his mother, finding solace in early morning runs. Continue reading Cobblestones
If this is a forest beneath a forest, where the little creatures of God pass their moments, then what greater woodlands surmount that of my vision? I sat too many times idly searching for exceptions to the rule, the mantra … Continue reading Soliloquy for Clover
Merely a collector of movements here these trails are laid in soaked cliffs, bathed in the blood of trees before rot each interstitial moment a jolt to my heart Lifted beyond the crowding field I leap into messages from the … Continue reading Collector
A memory of a doorway into the darkness turned the air to a slow, steady pulse. Cold to the touch, oblivious to the peer pressure exerted by the mass of rock that, he basked in the heat of a changing … Continue reading A Slow Flood
Haunting the surface of stone, here the cloven sward is a restless curtain obscuring the eyes of clouds barefoot in dreams of grass I am the voice of the paths (if only for a moment) Here yew trees shiver in … Continue reading The Desert above the Sky
The streets echo the serpentine curve of the valley and the river, freed from the shackles of the mountains that rapidly become hills and the Pannonian steppe. Facing to the east, the patchwork of farmland fades in the haze that … Continue reading The Shoemaker’s Glue
Broken mirrors in my sapphire vines In the miracles of grass Barefoot hidden in the dunes of rain Blueberry dresses and warmth Beyond the meticulous concrete I walked like a picture Around your shiny peak of snow Thorns of slate … Continue reading Blueberry Dresses and Warmth
Song lyrics are not poetry Songs are not poems, lyrics are not poetry. Just like Vodka is not water, yet contains it Song lyrics are not poetry, even when they are poetic.Song lyrics are poetic sometimes, but never poetry. Read … Continue reading Song Lyrics are not Poetry
Complacency is a gray feathered bird, I buried in the winter of my past. Clocks shattered dreams that we never quite heard between cobbled alleys they broke their fast. Barefoot in dreams of the way that we ran. I felt … Continue reading Complacency is a gray bird
Blaze of Obscurity 