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
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
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
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
