fringe selvedges

Driving through a field
Where my soul –
Becomes insane

I wake to see the earth
In the whole –
Re-birthed from pain.

Nicholson’s Island, Ontario – November, 2017

I sense a naked presence
Seeping from the crowd
And feel their pulse of rhythm
Waking,
My life aloud.

Manhattan, NY – October, 2017

Who
Can you sue
For the inner angry
In you?

What,
Can you be
To the confusion
You flee?

Where,
Will you go
To ease the No
From your soul?

When,
Will you free
The bitter hatred
You see?

And just how,
Can you show
That you can let it
All go?

West Point, NY – October, 2017

The feel, of a history
In the essence, of now
And the mystery, of a present
In the question –
Of how.

Giza Plateau, Egypt – September, 2017

Eyes that quick dart
With a scowl,
And with scream

Reminds one, of a life
That’s a mirror
To their dream.

Port Said, Egypt – September 2017

Breaking into silence
Searching for my pride
I wait for future present
To turn my out –
Back inside.

Randall’s Island, NY – September, 2017

Soul mate
Markers
Seek to be heard
By making their visions
Refocused –
From blurred.

Park Slope, Brooklyn, NY – September, 2017

Thoughts of motion
Turn with speed
Rushing through
Times ageless, bleed.

Maniwaki, QC – August 2017

I am the here
I am the how
I am the wish
That makes the present,
The now.

I won’t be easy
I will not, take a bow
To a present, that’s future
And a consequence
Disavowed.

Charlotte, NC – August 2017

Measure the moments
To find –
Where they end
And take just a second,
To learn, how they blend.

The fixtures of now
Are a kind –
Of comprehend
When taking the moments
Of the now, in pretend.

Washington, DC – August 2017