– moments

mottled remains
of the day’s passion
paint the fading light
with fire and gold
stark against the
paleness of your skin
reflect the feeling
deep and held
shadows lengthen
the jagged rocks
your branches reach
to scrap my sky
distant embers start
their parade
as blanket cold
sweeps up the night

singing out of key

we wear the masks that mother made
shields forged by childhood friends
we lose ourselves in plastic images
displayed in periphery by public machines
they guide us through the expectations
marked by the fragile things we hold
how the torment and longing displays
upon humanities changing face
that we must hide the things held dear
from the weathered ravaging scene
that now we gather in the fields
so hope may rise up through the clouds

Photography by: Charlie Riedel

how the story ends

she curls up warming
the foot of my bed
orange dog sleeps
snores with comfort
not known before

red polished toes
curl the bed’s edges
swing her legs cross
candlelit music dance
not known before

outside the thunder
bounces off trees
thirsty desert stones
reverberate sky
not known before

slowly time passing
another grain falls
these waiting days
linger the hours
not known before

something unfolds
in such new ways
lets hope emerge
how the story ends
not known before

– Previously Published 2008