I stand over my shadow//Waving a somber good-bye...
With Altitude
Ever On the Wing, pt. VIII: Every Path
...For, ever on the wing//Every path can be crossed...
A Most Inopportune Time
My muse often visits me at most inconvenient times With two crows making love on a lamppost When one flies into the city to tell Johnny Something of an urgent manner "Finish up your delivery, and we shall move on with our lives" Warm pizza left in front of an apartment Running from the knocks on the... Continue Reading →
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. XI: The Middle
We want more than we are, and to be more than we are. The tension brings rise to imagination-captivating inventions that bring us closer to the Middle.
Ever On the Wing, pt. IV: Servants and Benevolent Kings
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
Ever On the Wing, pt. III
Chimeric ebullience is all my vessel Swathing as the springtime mistral For enthralling and enchanting is all that might stupefy Lest you crack the icy enamel with a sanguine sigh And take to the wing as a swift Agile
Scraps of Peace
A thousand lives pass by thirty-thousand and six feet below and yet I think it's me wasting away because for every mile passed, I'm less than a minute older and yet a lifetime closer to the places imagination takes us. In this moment of muted melody I come by scraps of peace and,... Continue Reading →
On the Backs of Vagabonds
The air I breathe is stifling me I swear I'll run away when I've got all I need to pave The safe road, brick by brick, stone by stone And then I realize the ground ends at the sky So I'll affix some wings and catch the warm breeze in spring But for now in... Continue Reading →
December Rose 