I wrote this for the Belt and Beyond magazine for the graduation issue.
I am an artist and this is my testimony. My sensitivity overwhelms me. I didn’t choose to have it. It chose me. It’s like God selected some of us to inherit it, so it would move us ...
Reality is the independent existen… of something apart from another th… that derives from ideas concerning… The truth of something stands alon… and needs nothing more to define i…
Of your place above we stand in aw… of the secrets stored within you. Our faces feel the wind and our mi… thirst to see it and find the caus… Thy coffer overflows in us as we
Leeches They swim through murky waters Media’s mission of careful plotter… To sink their teeth into tasty fle… Pass up old bones for something fr…
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…
At home in the eyes of the sun spume of fire storming out from ev… hanging in the crispy skies o’er s… forest and meadows, wood and stran… looking over the forest with its h…
He is the best in the business; one helluva player. Besides being blessed with the strength of a gorilla and the agility and swiftness of a cheetah, he can see the play develop before ...
Her perpetual smile never left her as her husband’s self inflicted misery failed to hold her back. She tried everything she could to pull him out of it, but she was unsuccessful. He w...
“Technology, you little baby, you, the inferior one who looks up to me, your superior, the one who knows your secrets, who can out smart everything you d…
Still water in a glassy state, a child of the immobile air, reflecting the beauty of the surrounding elements, luxuriating in the early morn,
The Bounty I live among the Tender green fields Of corn and watch them Waltzing with the
Artisans with an eye for the embellishment of the clouds under the auspices of the patrons of the arts and crafts… mount their eager steeds,
Cello tears flowing through the mo… bend around the corners and angel’… Sepulcheral melodies fall upon the… through dark corridors into hollow… and fill them up with reminescence…
Prelude to the morn, the dawn of d… the voyage of the sun that’s here… and the roaring fires from the pit… and the way they dance in rhytm an… and turn their eyes to the darknes…
I hope your favorite team is up fo… for victory at the very end to lay… from the opening kickoff til the v… with intrepid eyes and all the fea… Football is for winners with a win…