I wrote this for the Belt and Beyond magazine for the graduation issue.
What a game last night! Yes, miracles do happen. The Seahawks are the Super Bowl Champions for the second time in a row. Down 28 to 24 with 2 seconds to go in the game, Russell Wilso...
The championship was within reach as the Tigers drove the ball down to the twenty yard line with only four seconds to go. Down 24 to 20, they couldn’t kick a field goal, so they had to...
Breakaway me lad, to places unknow… Out there where the wilds call for… Let your words wander like a lazy… With an easy drifting through the… Words are words in need of dressin…
Philadelphia of yore on this very… Upon our chasing the British away… On July fourth, seventeen seventy… An assemblage of delegates in the… Came to sign a declaration of inde…
Lazy skies of no spirit or stirrin… no sound, no voices, no wind, no w… like dancing with no drums to move… a lullaby with no dynamics in the… an empty space with nothing to fil…
The Waking Hours Sleep, our climb into the upward a… Inside silky wings that take us th… That wrap around our earthly torso… With eyes that reach into our mind…
That force that came in search of… From the city streets and from the… From heated passion and raging fir… From solemn melodies and melted ly… It came into my house, my frozen p…
He is Coming He waits for the final breath His kind eyes, his noble wings His silence shouting from muted ho… From blinding faith to highs so be…
In commemoration to those who foug… And were lucky enough to have surv… And to those in the wings of death… Live in the memory of a future dep… Freedom is gained from an honorabl…
Passion boiling and running throug… Racing with the antelopes and purp… Burning up the words of romantic p… With nothing spoken and none compo… A love story up in flames by the r…
I don’t know what everybody around me is complaining about. I took my Christmas bath last December, and I’ll take my next one next Christmas, whether I need it or not. I love to smell...
A travel from the home of sound, As quiet as a place inside the wom… From a stirring of the listless ti… A quiet thunder into a sweeter air… A note plucked on a string of the…
To Love and Music Love and music so much the same Life is supple for them they blame Molding spirits into shapes and so… Love’s no mercy climbs out of boun…
Of days gone by but still clinging on, still grasping at his sleeve, still riding on his back, in his mind, in his attitude,
Christmas at Larry’s was puttin’… When all the gang got together in… Extravagant spending is what Chri… As Santa did his shoplifting at t… George picked some weeds out of L…