As you can see, I'm not a poet. I just liked these words, together. A NOTE ABOUT TIME It's October. It's December. It's May again? And I'm not sure of the year. Time and time and time. A nickel buys bread, but there is no medicine to stop … Continue reading A Note About Time
The Dangers of Cardio
I'm thinking about writing a book called Where the Sidewalk Ends. My version will not be a classic book of quirky, lovable poetry for young and old alike. Mine will be about middle-age man who goes on a stroll during lunch in an industrial park, gets lost, and has to dodge semi-trucks and forklifts in … Continue reading The Dangers of Cardio
The Boy on His Birthday
I haven’t attempted much poetry since college. As such, I’m not even sure that’s what this is. For what it’s worth, this came from a strangely deep and abiding emotion which washed over me at my son’s 5th birthday party. It was such a melancholy sensation seemingly linked not only the quick pace of life … Continue reading The Boy on His Birthday
Footprints in the (Everloving) Sand
While on vacation, I've been working on an updated version of the popular religious poem "Footprints in the Sand" - it's this place, just gets the creative juices a flowin'! I'm not finished yet, but I hope you don't mind me sharing a portion of what I have so far: "I noticed in those most … Continue reading Footprints in the (Everloving) Sand
