Category: Travel


Wyoming winters stretch deep into spring’s sweet lullaby;
softly, snow-covered flowers seek sun’s radiant respite
from long deep freezes delving into marrow, leaving souls
shuddering…

Sacramento summers scorch westerly sea breezes, dust rises,
trees wind-whipped, cracks creep, deserting creeks, rocky
smiles entombed river beds waiting, wanting winter’s wet
caress as water overflows banks, kissing my feet…

Searching skyward, seeking solace in between.

Rising waves crash
upon brittle shores;
in swirling surf
a man stands-
lifting up hands,
bailing buckets,
trying to
empty, the
sea.

under this sun.
Only eyes that see,
ears that hear,
the tortured cries-
injustice frolicking
every moment, every
day, seconds pass.
Who feels the sting,
sidling off, this
mortal coil? Be
thankful, when you
see, raising your
voice, heart set,
on others.

A man dreams
midnight, sheltering
sultry bedfellows
bedazzling
beauties, sing,

“X to the 9,
leave it all
behind, sail
as one, to
the none,”

I stop and think,
of days in the drink-
of mirrored brews,
these tears of old,
shed and trodden
through-

Days in the black,
feel so very
red- each wasted
moment, arterial
fed. Toss, and
turn,
midnight exegesis;
a man
dreams, midnight…