Here he is, meet Walter, he was raised up on a farm
His pawpaw taught him to fear Jesus and never do no harm
Walter loved his mama, fried chicken, and fishing too
Pawpaw taught him about honor and sacrifice
Noble ideas worth a fight, son. They’d cost his left arm
Now I suppose everyone starts out about the same way
Some folks grind the gears and bounce down the highway
While others no doubt ride smooth rails of silver spoons
Life on the farm was full of bumps and bruises and pain
But Walter knew love and his heart there would stay Continue reading Walter
Light bends around darkness, weaving a cosmos on a loom beyond ken. Here and now, darkness slithers closer. It’s tongue flickers toward the window of her inextinguishable soul.
Does she notice? Perception: a personal vantage. Sight and experience. Angles and patterns. On what do her gray eyes linger?
Perhaps she sees fear or awe. A child’s excitement. A cherished dream from her youth reflected in your inadvertent actions, hidden in windows shuttered by shadow. Continue reading Eclipse
Celeste’s cell buzzed. She was in a meeting with a client. Ignore it. She knew who it is.
The client wasn’t completely happy with the new design. Celeste’s boss entered the fray to assuage the client. Trampling over her work was, well, just business. She still didn’t see how the cabinets would work well where the Continue reading Drop
Round and round. Repetition flickers past to present. Brilliance seeks shadow to screen, space for distance. Smoke occludes warmth, a dripping heart of wax. Eyes burn, pain smolders.
Spoke and wheel. Barriers go up. A blonde waits in darkness, watching yet longing. Wanting to be unseen. Continue reading Fringe Motion
Life is like a walk on a beach. Feet leave a trail, testimony to our passage.
At times, we catch ourselves looking backward. The relentless waves wash our footprints away. Evidence erased. Continue reading Moments
Heavy rains falter; the promenade is awash with the runoff of deluge. Soggy bike tires hum, squeegee forward. Before us the sun explodes forth, cracking the sky. A last evening ride in la Cota d’Azur.
With the smell of rain and sea and the golden light reflecting above and below, there is closure. Moods rise and fall as melodies, delightful to dark, back again. Continue reading Crack the Sky
Paddling. Forever paddling. The sea become a plate of glass. Muscles ripple under sun-warmed skin. Twist, dip, pull. One side then the other, a steady rhythm. Echoing our hammering hearts.
Progress made toward an achievement. What drives him? they ask. They wonder if success is within our grasp. What memes, what creation? Who shares the mantle? Continue reading Sharks Have Teeth
He stood at the window of the little white house, nestled among the live oaks. Spanish moss swung gently in the breeze. His old rough calloused hand shook as it brought the steaming mug of coffee to his mouth.
The old chair at the table creaked, like a sigh, and the newspaper crumpled as she refolded it. “Well. Do ya just want toast today or shall I make some eggs too?” she asked laying the paper on the Formica table top, folding and setting her reading glasses on top.
Continue reading Carolina Morning
I never told you this before, but you will no doubt remember it well. Remember that day at the park? Yes, the spring, the rain, the wet shoes. I told you then that it was to get out of Continue reading The Rains of Springtime