I wrote this for the Belt and Beyond magazine for the graduation issue.
Gypsies wander and melodies roam To unfamiliar places to call home Never resting, never sitting down With their feet up off the ground Taking flight with symphonic wings
As the old man lied upon his deathbed, his smile was gleaming and his eyes were full of rapture. His once boisterous speech was quieted down to a faint whisper. His trembling lips utt...
Something beautiful, something grand of an iridescent image, rose colored morns drifting through
Melodies streaming from the eyes, sadness running through the lips, the emptiness longing for an ear, music wandering along a broken boulevard,
While Mr. Jamison was walking his dog in the woods one day, he stepped on a big rock and turned his ankle in the process. What a klutz. His house wasn’t too far away, so he was able to ...
Data, covered in spider webs and m… With sad eyes and incarcerated hea… With heavy feet and immobile spiri… With plastic smiles and metal lips… Living in black houses with no win…
Mother Nature, her behavior curse… Her blackness exposed, her canons… Her fires bolting through the ugly… Her speech proclaiming, “let freed… Her movements like a cat up on the…
Crispy azure firmament, visions of… of clarity, of ecstatic dreams, of… of mythical cathedrals suspended i… beatitudes for the quixotic eyes, floating gardens of copious blue r…
The game was not a game but an all and out war between two fierce rivals. They were not players out on the court but warriors testing each other’s strength and durability. Basketball is...
Mother Nature, in artistry such a… Led by the sun and its daily rende… Moving, drifting, flaunting, danci… And putting twilights on display, Hiding behind the clouds until the…
Music and sound the closer the pur… When heaven is on nigh le grand am… Beauty fades twisting around corne… Through currents and stolid transf… No bending, no shedding, just stra…
Of your artistic shapes and moods, pictorial playground of the azure… lofted oceans and soft white waves… home of dreams and imagination, where riders ride on white stallio…
My sweet wonderful work hails me from my slumbering hours. To me it is like a beautiful wife in need of me to be at her side. It stirs my passion where that is the only place I would ...
Rocky roads left behind and forgot… melted down into white satin by the breath of the southern wind suface lined with rainbow dust smoothing miles up ahead
The Switch Mother Nature, that cruel unforgi… Riding away with pleasure in its f… Up and over green meadows into dar… Where life lay motionless in its f…