The smell of rubber even now means anticipation shaped into bicycle tires getting that new bike riding on seat springs and sunlight skirting a pathway to the sun legs turning to jelly pumping pedals flying down Pine Street and Jr. High too summer yawning ahead like a billion burnished promises gliding along the edge of … Continue reading
The hum of wings mid-air pause hovering my quick gasp of breath at the sight of the brilliantly colored throat swift flight eyes darting furtively eyes that perceive the smallest motion, a breath In another time other birds have worshiped at the brim of massive orange trumpet vines now becoming folio sheets torn from life’s … Continue reading
I was captured between the whisper of seasons lost in autumn bliss the pull of school campuses taste on the tongue, a tinge of cool relief, but then the melancholy of slipping as all the seasons of the past have eased in and become fragments. Between the lacy crispness of leaves the bounty of a … Continue reading
As Thomas said, “Look homeward, angel” and every now and then I run along the arroyos and narrow paths of an earlier time. Sometimes meeting myself halfway in sometimes not. Noticing the changes in windswept tides. Still seeing those original bones pulled over the truth and past drowning in yesteryear’s music knowing fully that one … Continue reading
They carved you a monument black, glossy, light bouncing stone now reflecting that brilliant sun. There you are keeping company in a field of pioneers. We ran together back in the day through streets of youth alleys of fashion bell bottoms and funky clothes liking Frampton loud. You tempting the Netherworld wearing your black eyeliner, … Continue reading
This perfection found in a grasped hour in those impromptu, unshattered moments as time collides with harmony. And when I look will I find you in those seconds in that epoch-honored peace that is quietly bestowed through the spirit of nature from the grace of the Divine in a place where minutes fall away like … Continue reading
Last stop church pews sunlight streaming through stained glass windows wooden casket for a metal maker lost that tug-o-war Death pulled harder. Now he is all dressed up frozen in Sunday best and this tiny hamlet is quite. Organ playing notes of harmony and peace Swing Low, Sweet Chariot. The aroma of lilies and carnations … Continue reading
