Category Archives: Another Crack In the Sidewalk

With footprints vibrating in the ocean waves of existence, they breathe becoming a photography of vision/hard to believe. Deep in the Atlantic blue, off the coast of Southern Maine a family of dolphins rides the waves in search of their survival. As observers, we watch their playfulness become a display orchestrated by the sea breeze […]

The sun shines in a mist of steady heat down upon the heartbeat of sleeping city streets. Soon, the traffic will rise — tempered as it grows in size steadily drifting through the warmth of morning’s sunrise into the shadows of overcast trees where singing birds fly and soon there will be the joy in […]

after all the thinking over the years, I just can’t stop wiping the sweat that steadily flows from my mind. On a day like today thoughts become like a humidity of words dripping in mirages of description/searching for clarity through the warm, gentle breeze of nature. Summer feels so magical on this day, like the […]

The air is soft, gentle and virgin as a stubborn fog grips calmly onto a fragrant sky that is barely functional as this morning in South Windsor arises. There are no surprises as I drive this road. The trees still glisten in the early mist of mid-summer’s dew as the slight silence of the sun […]

A lazy day of summer is romancing tranquility as these thoughts formulate. My mind has becomes lost inside this abstract nature of poetic haze. Last night, while thinking, I watched fireworks explode into colors of sparkling magnificence over a dark sky bright with American pride. So many people of different shades, languages and ages came […]

I love the way the mind flows when it is zip lining through nature. Today I hike through the trees of Bloomfield’s side of Talcott Mountain— town incorporated 1835 — but these manifestations of green-life have been alive forever. I taste the smell of Oak Savannas and Chestnut Oaks and feel the appreciation of Robert […]

I wonder what Langston Hughes would’ve done if there were no words – I wonder how he would’ve taught the world about deferred dreams if there was no way to write the blues. I wonder what would become of language if the fears of Shakespeare didn’t tell tales in old English rhyme and didn’t retell […]

Trash filled truths cluttered along faded sidewalks laying still in motion begging to recapture decayed dreams from growling lampposts where hope once leaned; shattered emptiness laying between claustrophobic alleyways reaching out from the shadows of intellectual prostitution selling the body of their thoughts for just a piece of the evolution their life once gleamed; they […]

So… he looked on, watching from afar the imagery of family. Now alone, sitting in place on an old cranky stubborn porch, eighty-one years of tears laughter and memory/smiled; his smiled gleamed through the haze and humidly of another summer day: a day that reminded him of his younger years when the joy in many […]

Dreary be the day as the sky opens releasing its temper tantrum in a steady eruption of rage down upon the daily activity of life’s stage. Scattered cars travel blindly on slippery pavements wet from shaken leaves startled by the midsummer storm as it pounds steadily from the soul of earth’s anger. Windshield wipers blink […]