An American March
Where are the marchers and where did the go? A song of silence for the strong of will. It is unfortunate how many pills The whole lot has been made to… Continue reading
Where are the marchers and where did the go? A song of silence for the strong of will. It is unfortunate how many pills The whole lot has been made to… Continue reading
Between The Futile and Famished When the dawn comes slowly I may be sleeping in But much to my dismay the day it begins And the sun does beckon, arise But to… Continue reading
A sound, A warning or Regret I The click, click, click from a now nearby patron The storm in your brain lengthening the hour This clock facade, it has stopped to mock your… Continue reading
The best author will be the one who is ashamed to become a writer -Friedrich Nietzsche Even his biggest fans would have to admit, Nietzsche was a bit nuts. But if Nietzsche… Continue reading
It is the writer who might catch the imagination of young people, and plant a seed that will flower and come to fruition. – Isaac Asimov. When we blog and write it is important to… Continue reading
A little poem I dug out of an old notebook – weird how you forget about pieces you did years ago. This was 2011; I think? Never mind, here’s the poem: Today is… Continue reading