Devil Riders As the storm approaches from the n… Devil riders atop race to get into… Their angry black heads pile up in… Once a peaceful pastel against a b…
Rivers of black and red and white, decisive motion straight ahead, tributaries with iron banks, with sentries posted at the outer… passion flowing with a mind of sto…
The flame of love flickers in its… as the ground awaits the feeling of the lovers’ feet again. The air cannot sustain the weight… as they start to sink through the…
Like skyborne rhythms and graceful… poetic motion of the ebb and flow lofted oceans and seafarer’s heave… commander of the quiet immobile sk… drifting in and out of nebulous cl…
Hallowed be the fragile space that dwells between man and wife. It is God’s blessing that holds the wisdom of all creation. It is a flame that ignites a lover’s kiss. It is beauty tha...
Futures Bright I am a proud and mighty apple seed Sown here for Mother Nature to le… She will wake me from my slumber And pull me up from way down under
Paradise of the perverts, house of the weird, land of the gushmucken, grandmas whipping midgets, midgets growing sexier
Blue Christmas among the Covid With friends alone away amid, Bearing sadness behind the mask, Bring them back next year we ask, To be happy again and worry free,
Truth be known through revealing eyes, courier of secrets stashed away, written on nervous script, confessors of the facts
Aura, our Goddess of the wind, of summer softness, hovering above the meadow, saw me driving toward her field. After I went around a curve in the road, I witnessed her blowing the sweet...
A man dressed in his freshly laundered garb, with arms extended up to heaven, the place he speaks about in words that fly through the holy air,
On the way home from work, father was still seething from the pressure at the office. He got into a heated argument with one of his co-workers and it was near the end of the month when...
Talking Bodies Truth be known as passions rise As nature clenches its mighty fist… Like magnets pulling from the nort… Bringing southern ways to its door…
Love’s passion is the sweet nectar of life while it is yet the bitter hand of sorrow. It moves within my being and directs my course. It takes me to the mountain, lifts me up to its p...
Whoosh! Goes the man in the sleig… Ducking meteors and the Milky Way… With so many places to go, he goes… Santa on the fly up over the snows… Speed is of the essence up an’ bac…