
the stories of abandoned places
unfold slowly, with every shadow
and passing thought

the stories of abandoned places
unfold slowly, with every shadow
and passing thought

I will be taking a small break and will see everyone again soon.
Be safe and well.

the detritis of dreams
lies abandoned,
crunching under old boots,
crumbling under their breath

so many lifetimes are lived in one life

i found beauty in your serpentine line,
in your sharpened glint and your sterling shine,
in your elegant edges entwined
by your punishing, silvery spine

(my little version i was thinking about
a couple Sunday mornings ago at Tom’s Diner)
i was sitting
in the morning
at the diner
on the corner
i was thinking
of the years
that passed by
steadily and still
the smells of
fresh brewed coffee
made me close
my eyes and wonder
where my art school
dreams have drifted…
an homage to Suzanne Vega and her song Tom’s Diner, 1981

sometimes valid sentiments
are found in very strange places

your gaze leaves me frozen
and i wonder what your eyes hide,
a little pain, a little promise, a little pride–
your gaze leaves me broken,
and i wonder what your violet eyes veil–
see you later, see you never, see you ’round sometime over there

the light
at the end
of the tunnel–
is carried within you

what fears the fall?
what falls out of fear?
what fell from the fall?
what is the fallout of fear?