The smooth-skinned cherubimspeak from a venerated canvastinged with azurite and vermilion,pondering the skies abovepromise blessed peace,a state we would not recognize.We stand stock-still, cameras ready,hoping to accost the subjectsshould they come alive.They have learned something, have they not?Play the lute, the violin, you angels:These were instrumental salvefor ancient, broken souls.God would know we need this... Continue Reading →

Beyond the guardrail,narrow space cascades deepinto a rocky stream,strewn with crisp, fresh-fallen leaves.Across the chasm,so near to vision,unreachable by hand or foot,tall, straight oaks stand sentry.Their swaying branches gesture,Indicating unseen meadows just beyond,Forget-me-not fields,blue as the unremembered.Seeing the gnarled metal,cold and senselessat the blacktop’s edge,I hug the center line.Like you, mother, signs admonish:Slippery when wet;Beware... Continue Reading →