Sulky staring from the corner there your heart is hard your thoughts are hateful Once we had a few nice days in the sun but…
Venturing out of Texas Crossing the east line Back along highways bordered by swamps I wander through southern, salty mists along rows of plantations harboring…
Nothing is perfect but you come close In a free-spirit sparkle world Oh Gem of great desire Everything that touches you is sacred Adoration is…
I drive up to find you waiting on the steps your eyes smile at me my heart skates you stand and walk toward me I’ve…
Out in the pasture at night hiding among the mesquite branches stalking the soul of beasts touching your rope how many this time? Spurred by…
The stone path connects to places I travel in darkness and cold in humidity and light rain I walk the path I wonder if I…
The ashen forest sits silently waiting – full of dead, brittle trees, a place that life has abandoned… A coyote steals across and disappears into…
Fear….sometimes closes in, paralyzes, spurs paranoia. What if, what if…what if one can’t breathe, can’t take another step, can’t keep up, can’t learn, can’t get…
Like beauty, art is in the eye of the interpreter. These days when many downtown areas in smaller cities are deteriorating, you can find murals,…
This could be any small town tucked away anywhere in the U.S….but it happens to be the small, sandy town where I grew up. Today…