I wrote this for the Belt and Beyond magazine for the graduation issue.
Young love she brought back for ev… with her wrinkly skin turned silky… her impassive eyes turned to passi… her tranquil heart turned to turbu… her retired mind full of sexual de…
A slap in the face, a heavy blow, We stood up with much to show. We the resilient, the brave, the s… Picked up the pieces all along. The prey of the Taliban never eve…
Grandma at the renaissance of the age of the telephone, when humans interjected and said, “Number Please,” when telephones were
The time had finally arrived when the moon was no longer a romantic dream, but only a sphere of ugly cragged rocks clinging onto it, devoid of any exotic imaginaries. Earth was no lon...
Near but not there and looking up, in the trough and sinking lower, mountainous waves leering up ahead… liquid beasts with white fangs closing in to devour his prey,
I finally fell asleep after tossing and turning. I drifted off into a sea of dreams, peaceful like the aftermath of a storm. I was in paradise in the arms of a beautiful woman who sang...
The Hill Too Easy Prestige became lonely up at the s… When values began their steepen pl… Through poverty came a deep respec… For life, I came to stop and refl…
Fancy Schmancy bottles equipped With a cap conundrum, With a secret as to the twisting. How shalt thou twist it off If he can’t get to the twister?
Down in the Dark From heavenly smiles and angelic h… From thoughts that grow in sacred… From white sands that glisten in t… Down cryptic hallways to that wick…
Although Murphy was a second baseman, he had to move over and play third. Taylor, the regular third baseman, broke his jaw while trying to field a hot ground ball yesterday. It was an u...
Silent waters with mobile desires, beset with a nomadic spirit, trapped inside the river banks, buried in ancient catacombs, prisoners of the quiet earth,
Of stories told with enchanting to… Sweet breath of jasmine and myrrh Through the still evening air Into the rising sun and beauteous… Riding with symphonic pulses
The skies were doing all kinds of weird things last Sunday at Yankee Stadium. There was some naked giant guy floating in the sky. Didn’t he get cold in the tush up there? You don’t know...
Thank God for his will that he planted in our beings. It is the source of all motivation. When our soul seems to us to be empty, it is abounding with words to be found, music to be su...
Qualifications for Presidency: He who does nothing for himself bu… causes everything to be done; he who is provident and acts upon… he who has the charisma to win