say hello to what cannot be
hope is the illusionist's weapon

Let go, fall.
Nothing waits;
there is no time, no
remainder in this long
division save
our etchings
upon this earthen floor.

Birthday Road

restlessness has crept into
my room and sits waiting
in the corner insistent as hunger
refusing its usual bowl

now that I've been shown
what I don't have

...

details and distractions clear the mind
the sun can wash off anything, and
the word kill comes easily to the mute.

have faith in human frailty;
what we came for we easily forget
when given a place and more than we dared ask.

Blue Floor

Through Fields

Recliners

Bridge

Still Good

Component and Energy

your self
remains with you though
others may declare you
condemned

boarded up against the elements--
they may point at that room in your building
where you lived,

empty now
but even emptiness
is just another version of
fullness.