Category: Joline

  • Fracture 93: Moving the Future into the Present

    Fracture 93: Moving the Future into the Present

    (1) There, there I see you – walking along the shoreline,the sun is your companion. The ocean wind is relentlessyou continue walking into the headwind. I see pieces of you fall away and in turnthe fragments begin following you. I close my eyes and see a version of youthe you of another time. Each fragment…

  • Poem – Mountain Dust

    Poem – Mountain Dust

    Mountains cast their shadows across my face as the distant river fills the canyon heading toward the sea. The path these feet follow, paved years before by faces I do not know, yet I feel their presence and hear voices scattered to the ancient wind. If I peeled away the layers of each universe would…

  • Poem – Across the Snowy Fields

    We walk across ths snowy fields a chance meeting yet we always knew this day would arrive. I do not know your face from dreams of a spirit walking between tall trees, always obscured and hidden. But with the song playing out here between each snowflake. I know it is you.

  • Joline – Home

    “Which way home?” She asked in child’s voice. “This way, into the sun.” I replied, pointing up the slope at the muted late winter sun at the path’s end. “We all come from the sun.”

  • Poem – Joline – This is Not Working

    This is not working. Playing the other role, hoping for something benign, I asked what this was. You threw your cigarette. Landing with orange ash slowly rising into the early autumn air, as you dropped from the cement wall and walked away forever.

  • Poem – Direct Dreams

    In the fractured sleep of night’s immersed in dreams based in nothing familiar or known, one word repeated over and over – direct. I watched power-less as background images of tall buildings, lattice, and cross-stitched patterns rotated and approached my view with ever increasing velocity. At the end (or beginning) of a tunnel bathed in…

  • Poem – Apathy

    With an apathetic look in tired eyes he turned away from the edge, hundreds of feet above the turbulent waters, and walked toward the forest, across the empty road absent of any traffic since the morning, into the cultivated fields, curiously empty, and sat next to the stone marker and finally wept.

  • Poem – A Plea, part 2

    I see you in fragmented dreams images from a life I have not lived unfocused faces and voices mouthing words I cannot hear. I see images on billboards and movie vignettes where touching moments break through the wall 20-years old. I see you in rare dreams sourced from beyond this life, beyond the choice I…

  • Poem – Searching for Joline

    At last we have arrived at the transition. An outpost where the river falls into the sea. Here we will setup camp and wait for her to arrive. I did not sleep well that evening the voice of the stars and the silence of the sea wrestled through the smoke and through the flames the…

  • Beginning Screenplay

    I have been writing about the character of “Joline” since 1993 mostly through many, many poems.  Earlier this year, I started on a screenplay that ties together real-life experiences, some people I have known, and a storyline that emerged from the poetry.  In completing the outline and determining locations, a lot of it will be…

  • Poem – Another Life

    In another life, defined by just one different choice, I walk next to you as you lead us along the shoreline – bare feet sinking in wet sand, the early morning filled with a grey mist, seagulls, the whisper of waves – near the pier a rock pile surrounded by seaweed and cold coean foam,…

  • Poem – Fort Snelling

    Another poem from the “Joline” series. (1) We walked to the river beneath the towering cement bridge. A solitary barge moved with grace and silence. Our voices were not silent. Djarum smoke filled the space between us as we took turns speaking and telling stories releasing pent-up anger. I felt your direction was directionless you…

  • Poem – Coffee and Cigarettes

    From a series of poems and prose about Joline Cigarette smoke settles between us a soft crackle with each hit between each sip of coffee. An ash falls from yours while we discuss literature, Chaucer, and final exams. Looking back, we were just kids racing toward adults from one credit to the next. Concerned with…

  • Poem – Picnic

    From the collection I am writing about “Joline”. It was a beautiful fall morning with sun scattered by oak and aspen atop the hill overlooking the bustling city. We sat at the picnic table with coffee and each other’s hand. We talked of dreams and plans for life after today, but for now it was…

  • Poem – Untitled #2

    (1) When evening light scatters across the horizon hidden behind the treeline moving to the wind and free of clouds, the orange disk fills my eyes with a field neither land nor sea but made of light and our feet walk gently upon this, though I do not see you my hand holds something and…