The Brushmaker

Snapshot on a footbridge.


The Punch Clock’s Spider

When the spinning mechanics of an arachnid's and mine collide ...


Though written as an uncomplicated children’s rhyme, the selection’s epilogue serves as the manifesto for my creative desires and the prompting to launch my own blog. Today, I am still a goldfish in the tank, but with some hopping and flopping, some practices and postings, I hope, some day soon, I’ll be living my dream, free as a fish in the streams.


The Vernal Rain

An experimental, mushy play of words with an overstretched monorhyme, unfortunately lacking as much clarity as the depicted weather.


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