I wrote this for the "Belt and Beyond" Magazine.
Prospectors of yesteryear scaled the craggy cliffs with their mules, sifting pans, picks, blankets, rifles, food, whiskey, and enough supplies to last as long as it took to find the gol...
Lie in peace thy defender of freed… who died upholding the laws of mar… that’s engraved in the hearts of a… who fought like hell til the very… He rests his bones in the forgivin…
Sweet little Sally playing with h… her mommies and daddies and all he… and boys and girls being moved up… in her pretty pink doll house in a… making her cute little dolls obey…
September fields of tomatoes and c… and laborers working since early m… harvesting and singing to the joy… with sweat upon their brows and ha… working with those who love their…
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…
Supplications Like arid gardens but Tears so drenching Of sorrow so imprinted in the soul Of desperation speaking
The eyes of the sun graced the hills of Louisville, Kentucky with its tender green foliage that glistened against the blue sky. The jockey proudly sat in the saddle, gloating over all ...
Way down under the sea where Davy Jones’s locker lies or one fathom down from the roof of the water’s house where the crab boats sail
Fire to the fire from hell uncover… as the flaming flames in sordid gl… through the wild wilderness and th… pounding against the walls of narr… as madness is unleashed from fury’…
The face of beauty begins as a virgin’s sigh. Then it takes flight as a bewildering smile that lights up the inner domain of my heart. Like the tree of Heaven, it grows as a prelude t...
“Hear ye, hear ye brothers of the United Turkey Association. Run f… Go to Farmer Jones’s broken down… and hide inside. He’s been putting… for the last 20 years. He’ll never…
When complacency has settled in and taken root in the soul, sending the impassioned to their t… that illspirited spirit that mixed the darkness
Words buried beneath the turbulent… for deep meditations to dig them o… shining a bright light for them to… are for us to embrace as a soothin… O sweet words that melt away the c…
Winter’s curse had spread through the village like the plague and sent the shoppers to the department store to brace themselves against the frigid air that threatened them. The coats l...
Aerial fires lighting up the sky Torches burning upward high Rising up through the earthly gate… Into the sky as the meadow waits Fanfare for the yawning of the mor…