I wrote this for the Belt and Beyond magazine for the graduation issue.
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…
Surging rivers reaching every crev… alien waters from an exotic island… hot and cold lava splashing agains… fires of love invading my being, slamming against the banks with ir…
Winter’s Relenting Comes a time when enough is enough Like jaws that have to let go They become tired of holding on When strength begins to weaken
The Gap Young and old grow further apart Life was grand then so we depart Into days of memories so forgotten Of brotherhood and its love begott…
Skinny Minnie Skinny Minnie was
Ice Covered Crystals We sit in the clouds on cue For meadows to shed their emerald… Choking on the night air that Comes to be when life is old and t…
Corporate Rolling Full steam ahead, man the throttle… Up ahead we go, and up ahead we ow… We surge ahead with the wind and t… We stop when the oceans dry up
The lonely garden at the onset Of the evolution of life, The churning of mother earth, The yearning of mankind, The seed in his heart,
Wishing you were here with me I’m in love with you Can’t live without your embrace I can’t eat or sleep My days are lonely and sad
Extremism is in the disruption of peace and normalcy that is a common good that is established between nations. Ideology of each one is examined and accepted. Some ideals are moderated ...
Thievery His eyes are windows to the soul Hell’s fire through a blackened ho… His hardened life knows no tranqui… To find his prey he drifts into th…
My chrometophobia, my fear of money haunts me, those paper witches of Hades with numbers painted on their backs;
Sam the Cave Man woke up one morning after his million years sleep, went outside his cave in the year 2023 with his spear, and wandered about looking for his favorite stream to fish for...
Run and hide Mr. Tom. Your days of immunity are all gone… Thanksgiving is around the corner. The axe man is getting warmer. Be the smartest turkey in the farm…
On the edge of the mysterious eart… with its eerie shadows and secret… echoing the language of the spirit… is the home of that drifting torch that burns through the day,