I wrote this for the "Belt and Beyond" Magazine.
Full speed ahead, feeling the adre… surging through the veins, bulldozing its way to the heart, bringing sweet smelling roses and barrels of caffeine and spices
Opening day, as rookies begin, ‘Tis Time to get ready and time t… On the mound while nerves are fray… Wish that feeling would go away. First pitch, a fastball right over…
All systems working at their mazim… Rudiments forgotten but yet utiliz… Developed as a finely tuned machin… Locked inside the vault, the spiri… Foaming at the bit like a wild ste…
Damn spam scam plan man smart phone calamity man Sam stationed inside the phone to scare the hell out of you is throwing a conniption
If you see a Zombie walking toward you down the sidewalk, you shouldn’t say, “Hey you Zombie, you piece of crap.” That is very offensive. After all, he she or it is a human being with f...
Red zone, pay dirt, honeycomb have… where the paradise waits and the sun doth shine, but where sentries are stationed with spears and arrows.
Mellow Strings Sounds so mellow my spirit softens Rising from the grave it slowly hu… To a new day, a new song, forever… Singing to the brooks and with the…
Professor Sally, the hottest of t… Teaches the guys about the birds a… With her fingers down and the skir… She shows all the guys the facts o… Her classroom is comprised of the…
Braggart of the terrestrial world, the grand master of the theologian… the one whose eyes and ears collect all the drama of the earth and stuffs it in his big swollen h…
The thoughts of the grape picker. “Hallelujah. I’m going to the vineyard today to work with the other lovers of labor and to bind myself with them and to God. I was created to keep pac...
Words sewn together with vibrant c… with sinewy threads among all othe… splashing upon the parchment in ar… running wild like lovers in sweet… pulling the colors from the rainbo…
Beloved Poetry Thou art the language of the spiri… Thou art in the rhythm of the rain In the stories hidden in the cloud… And in the anger of a lightning bo…
Beauty up front and beauty inside Where beacons of gilded chasms res… Inner strength and fragile sentime… Battle fit and penetrable armament… Brazen rainbows and feeble skies
Little Piccolo Subtle little body that you are Cutting through wild tempests afar With no room to store your might But yet up for a hell-raising figh…
The womb, the exiting, The breathing, the sounding, The bewilderment, the fear, The pain, the curiosity, The adjustment, the anxiety,