I wrote this for the "Belt and Beyond" Magazine.
I awoke this morning in my cave. That orange sphere in the sky arose from the horizon and started its westward journey. The leader of the tribe made some strange noises with his mouth...
Inspiration, my heroine to me came… My lady of thought and soothing wa… Her hidden words in the dark of th… Shone her beacon and brought me to… Lifted me up where I saw her stor…
Infernal coals from the floors of Davy Jones’s Locker heat up the waters inch by inch, feet by feet, yards by yards, fathoms by fathoms, sea to surface…
Today is a nice day with the sun u… It makes me smile as I look up at the beautiful sky. It makes me very happy and fills me up with its warmth.
After the feasting on turkey and m… who becomes the receptacle or the… Instead of dumping the leftovers i… or making tons of dinners of turke… we invite big fat Uncle Fred over…
She sits alone watching people as they laugh and share their pleasure with each other. Her sad eyes tell a story of her loneliness; of how she longs for a friend to share her bottled u...
A small group of people who survived the end, climbed out of their deep remote underground cave to survey the damage to their village. They had been cut off from the world for fear that...
My dearest, beautiful, lovely, wonderful Thunderfoot: Happy Anniversary: I love the way the room shakes when you stomp on the floors at our house. The shaking is very rhythmic. I love t...
The passing through life and the d… into majestic rooms from when his… ushered him through from the grace… he floated and looked around the r… He left behind his body, but his s…
In the Beginning God placed two lovers at arm’s len… With heated blood and a mustered s… In the gleaming of my father’s eye The angels strummed a lover’s lull…
Hail to the Renaissance Man, The persistent pioneer! Who defied mainstream’s influence, Who was unaffected by its music, Who couldn’t be uplifted by it,
Music power, beacons in the dark, narrator of the universe, portrayers of certain epochs, storytellers in the melodic air, founders of universal alliance,
Mother Nature, the supreme artist that she is, painted the mountain tops with a glistening white powder. From afar it was a masterpiece that made the blood run with pleasure. It was a...
Capricious pilots, slaves of the m… in obedience to the shifting winds… pilots at the helm of the currents… seen only by the poets and the mys… weavers of quixotic dreams and aer…
Chauffeur driven brooms on high As rich witches climb to the sky, Brooms of silver and brooms of gol… A skyward racing 'fore the moon of… A fun ride for a poor witch to hit…