Eyes like windows

Moss had clothed the shallow shelves and niches where incessent rain rest hidden from the sun, softening the harshly cast and cracking face of stone and iron. Beneath it, inorganic matter wept in trails etched by time and sunlight to put shadows on the edges where the water tends to run. It was morning, and […]

Aging reflection

Not far from here the traffic cuts erratically through silence thick and cool, parts it like a fog and leaves a hissing wake whose pitch increases just before it closes in. But here, here the quiet seems intrinsic to the water, elemental of the air that holds these heavy clouds and of the slowly falling […]

Sporadic evening

It was evening, and sporadic rainfall punctuated hours of balmy heat, like ellipses of an early autumn day, uncertain in the shift of dusk if summer would continue. The weather left a glassy polish on the street that hurried sharp across its pavement rapid shards of over-saturated red and yellow light, bright beneath the sagging […]

Molten days

Tell me the horizon cries with tears of auburn burning, rusted days decayed and molten copper sunsets bled and empty. Tell me evening comes disguised in blue to cool the seething mass of bedlam melting, silent to the viscous notes of flooding rose bouquets and flaxen smoke consumed. Hear me from the glass reflection braced […]

No time for silence

There isn’t time for silence here when moment after moment thaws away, where days are pearls of water frozen in a colder year to polish cliffs with tears of every instant passed. To watch the sky in drifts of ice become a river, to feel an hour melt from eras long before me into winds […]

Up here

The winds were emphatic here, but still I had to listen close to where they bent the stems of wildflowers, where they swept against the cliffs to make the dust that vaneered my windshield, just to hear what they were saying. The air was cold for spring, the sky a little greyer than I thought […]

Tenth of July

Downstairs in Tommy‚Äôs split-level house, the air settled in musty layers. Galaxies of dust orbited inside sheets of light pouring through the sliding glass door, all the little particles purling like a creamy fluid when I blew at them. Despite the mid-summer sun, the house was dark, its deep cherry wainscoting stealing all the natural […]