SNOWFLAKES: Poetry for Inauguration Day

Snowflake: a flake of snow, especially a feathery ice crystal, typically displaying delicate six-fold symmetry.  A snowflake is either a single ice crystal or an aggregation of ice crystals which falls through the Earth’s atmosphere. They begin as snow crystals which develop when microscopic super cooled cloud droplets freeze. Snowflakes come in a variety of…

Moments & Mirrors

Truly this is the endeavor of futile vanity. Taking time to write any of this. Totally self absorbed. Yet a journey should be documented. Why else take the trip?    I  have dropped from the Ma… Source: Moments & Mirrors

Moments & Mirrors

Truly this is the endeavor of futile vanity. Taking time to write any of this. Totally self absorbed. Yet a journey should be documented. Why else take the trip?    I  have dropped from the Matrix.   Fought my way out.   Clawed till my fingernails gave way to scraps of finger flesh that are quickly…

The Check Out Line (An excerpt)

…the following is an excerpt from a new collection of essays I’m writing gathered together under the heading of Home. The Check Out Lane   It’s odd packing up a house, a home. This was the third home my wife and I had owned in the Nashville area. It was the home we planned on…

Malfunctioning Rhyme Scheme, But Still Pressing Through

in homage to all those who struggle to keep the mood steady. peace to you, friend.   I can feel it coming the cycle full circle Too tired for running through the Dark again My body too beat, my soul too bruised My mind’s been raped, my love’s  gone unused   I am stuck in wonder…

A Sunfish is Slammed Against the Rocks

“What’s wrong?” there was genuine concern in her voice. This personal authenticity unnerved him even more.   Her hands reached out to his which were clasped between his legs. He sat on a park bench looking out over the lake. The lake was calm and peaceful and in total contrast to the wind whipping inside…

The rain won’t stop

a song I wrote after being diagnosed with Bi-Polar Type II. Hang in their friends.   The rain won’t stop The river keeps rising Soon all I know Will be washed away Gonna let it all go Come, flood my mind If you’re going to take it from here Please take it so kind I…

The Western World

Way out in the Western world, far on the other side of a long forgotten road you will find an old sage who hears you approaching even before the wind wrapping around your heels announces your coming three moons prior. Without looking up, barely spoken in a whisper, almost silently as it were… he says…

The Truth Triumphant

After all of my writing from the last 10 years, save a few pieces here and there, is now confirmed as lost, what have I learned? A few practical things: I have a good friend who calls me a tree hugging folkie. I wouldn’t qualify that as a complete or total description of the man…