As pine boughs danceTo airy streamsIn the velvet of a November skyTime slips the seamsOf fingers claspedAgainst the current of a lifeYou cannot cup it to your lipsIt's already goneLike the fading cry of the night trainLike the last echoes of summerWhispering in autumn's leaves Midnight Mass, Two Rivers, Alaska

"It's just a day invented for commercial purposes, a reason given to spend more money. At best it's a saccharine display of shallow sentimentality, at worst a De Beersesque attempt to commodify the affectionate bonds of human relationships in order to form a more perfect quarterly profit report."

Even in bleak midwinter skies Sometimes the sun beds down just right Casts a mirthful glance at a satellite To watch To watch the sleepy Orion rise And botch his first hunt of the night As it passes through his hands Untouched

Nights he breathes in desert moonsAnd wishes he could swim the starsDays he flies down lonely highwaysAnd hopes one day to point his carAt the endless shimmers of sandThose plays of light mimicking waterAnd through speed and daring becomeAs they areWeightless

There is a great mysteryThat likes to kick me in the gutA shadow of those former thingsYet to be revealedChaining me to darkened fieldsRoping me into midnight drivesHaunting me like winter songsEphemeral silhouettes of an eternal lightSay forever ain't so longA small hour scratch at the doorA knock from an atavistAs sitting locked in the … Continue reading The Mystery

These days it’s nonstop The finish line keeps moving Just waiting on news that won’t come And I don’t think I’m dead yet So I must be improving But some days I envy the bums And there’s plenty left to do Like laundry and lawnmowers And there’s plenty left to drink That’s on tap And … Continue reading Still Plenty Left

A shiver under Borealis I’ve known Four thousand miles from the warmth of my home Fog in my brain from a pillow of snow When dark was the night and cold was the ground I’ve blessed the rains on down in Africa Skinny fingers flashin' out across the savanna Purple haze of dust breathin’ through … Continue reading Dark Was The Night

I've hung out under street lamps And neon signs where whiskey flowed I've bathed in glorious sunshine And sipped the sunset's afterglow I've woken with the rays of dawn And watched the dewy meadow spawn But here and now, drenched in memories poured from every ancient star, I'm reminded - Under the night sky Is … Continue reading Home By Nightfall