Six silent slabs of black surround me. no door no window no escape no rescue no redemption. Is the dark room closing in on me? Will it crush the body as the mind? Such vacuum of light sucks life from my eyes from my heart from my mind from my soul from my … Continue reading The Dark Room
She walked by — flashing a smile of recognition to my shadow before leaving that year ago. No good-byes ever spoken — she left like a dream ghost erased by morning sun. She led me into that forgotten night to her place by forbidden dark waters where moss hung from crooked oak trees. A … Continue reading Leaving
how does a poem mean asked the coyote who appeared out of the desert night I responded that a poem’s meaning was based on the coyote’s dream of the next Rexroth or Ginsberg to determine why the wind blows on Mars or of the next Pound or Dickerson to determine why we … Continue reading how does a poem mean
Lonesome highway blues, itchy eyes — aching head, steel guitar honky-tonk AM, after an all night run. Interstate 80 west, open full moon road, the creative life blood soother of my soul. She was sitting on a bench at the last rest stop before Wyoming emptiness in her paisley gypsy hippie dress, blond … Continue reading A Ride Mister?
After another month of my job search, I had three interviews, one with the District Attorneys Office. I was called in to the A.D.s office on a Wednesday and offered a position which readily accepted, although it certainly wasn’t my first choice, but it was a job and I would gain needed experience. I was … Continue reading Dana’s Story, Part 5
railroad days freight hopping cigarette smoke filled empty box cars clattering empty liquor bottles back and forth to and fro with rocking rolling from here to there from there to here across great plain miles grey faced blue bib overalled steam engine soot covered quiet broken men dusty unpainted empty towns & hobo jungle tin cup coffee lost souls no home … Continue reading railroad days
Cloudy sunset tonight with trees ready to leaf out.