I wrote this for the Belt and Beyond magazine for the graduation issue.
Witches anew are the dudes of the… on vacuum cleaners up high somehow… They get up off their skinny out-d… and sail away up to the many moons… no more sleeping, weeping, or seri…
Of chivalry and duty combined With knighthood and nobility in mi… Soldiers stand up for us and fight On and on with no letting up in si… If they die, they did it for us.
Hallowed be the fragile space that dwells between man and wife. It shall be God’s blessing that holds the wisdom of all creation. It shall be a flame that ignites a lover’s kiss. It...
The Beast It rose up through the cracks in t… What womb be there to give it birt… To put a smile on its cunning lips And fill it full of surly quips
Mr. Stevens was one of the fortunate ones, an heir to generations of good looks that were handed down to him. Like a rose rises up through the ground and flaunts itself before the ...
Sweet cello tears dripping from the walls of the caves, rolling over rocks and flesh, the crying earth, the weeping trees,
The secrets in our soul linger above our awareness. Every sound is gathered up and placed in our depths, our precious confidant. They whisper to the ear of our hallowed memories the s...
Let it Snow Mother Nature, that stubborn old… She does what she does when she do… With no signs up in the sky To tell her to do something other
Giants of frigid winter’s night, From ancient homes of sightless si… Not to be seen or subsequently hea… But in place for the solstice to o… They tilt the earth away from the…
Lush Mountain outside my window, Down from the summit to the flats… Greenery is restored from thirsty… The falling of the rains of the te… Employed by our Mother Nature on…
This homecoming night That was made for her, A ride in the limo With a handsome chauffeur. All dressed up in
Black clouds rolling in and throug… Tympanis pounding in a witch’s bre… Tempest racing in the northern sky Flocks of trumpets on the fly Hell is forming on the blackened s…
No matter if our self-esteem has gone astray or still with us, we are still a consultant to someone who needs it. Those who even idle away their days and nights become dreamers and can...
Mr. Leprechaun, what’s on your za… Did you hide your gold for me to f… Did you put it at the rainbow’s en… Do you think I would look to find… Do you think I’d fall for your cr…
From the forest they make their ho… From a humble abode they know no o… From the pipes of the creator they… From a spiritual origin they sing. From a sound they pass it on to an…