I wrote this for the "Belt and Beyond" Magazine.
The contour of the river bed controls the flow of the water that surges past the rocks; or it just lies still, silently sleeping in the solitude of the afternoon sun before sinking to t...
“Hello Doc, I just chopped my han… What shall I do?” “Don’t bother me. I’m at a meetin… So says Dr. Schmoodelpuss. “Yea, but my arm’s bleeding real b…
Rivers flowing into predestined pl… from enigmatic sources to their ch… waters contaminated from the devil… adrenalin surging and flooding the… rivers gaining speed and empowerin…
Thank you Lord, for creating me in the image of you. Thank you Lord, for the power of reasoning. Thank you Lord, for making me superior over all animals and creatures that roam the ea...
The Grim Reaper, That half human thing clothed in b… With veins made of metal pipes, That hovers over our death beds, That waits for us when our days ar…
We spend our lives searching for happiness. If it comes through material possessions, all is well if we know when we have enough to make us happy. If we put no limitations on what we ...
Behold the equinox as the sun retu… To ease the anxiety and prevailing… Dressed up in its finest vernal at… Moving with the speed of a skyward… Looking down at the cold earth bel…
Melodies streaming from the eyes, sadness running through the lips, the emptiness longing for an ear, music wandering along a broken boulevard,
The devil’s brew of a perilous bea… Of nervous skies and spherical win… Of grays and blacks so deathly cha… Dancing the dance of a wayward dre… With an inner eyes that sees the c…
Air upon air and sound upon sound As music floats and swirls around Sorrow upon sorrow and tears upon… As the music sinks in from externa… Notes upon notes and music upon mu…
Dolls and smiles and innocence, playtime and fantasies, of fantasy looking into the future… feeling it coming into being, little girls with glowing eyes
The home of balladry, of the melod… the whistling trees, the flutes of the forest nymphs, the air that passes through the ke… the magic air that breaks into pie…
The Lonely Flute A breath of passion Traveling through Throbbing portals A sigh so sweet
The mystery of the unknown Some hidden and some shown Some behind perforated walls Dressed in satin as beauty calls Calculated gestures and moving par…
Surging rivers reaching every crev… alien waters from an exotic island… hot and cold lava splashing agains… fires of love invading my being, slamming against the banks with ir…