I close them. Then open them. Again. And again. And again. Wiping the sand away I squint wondering why here? Despite the dilation I still see the same thing. Different hues and shades, but the picture has failed to change. The view finders remain unchanged. The pupil perseveres attempting to
It’s a gentle war. Take off that cool and be aware of people who aren’t really there. I see it with my eyes closed. You wouldn’t acknowledge it if deep from within it screamed your name. Take it all off. Take it all off and tell me you’re sorry like
Stay at Your Best You’ll never know how brave you are until you’re broke. That’s when your best ideas come about. Your beautiful mind finally acknowledges and believes something of substance sits behind your eyes of brown. Is the banana rotten because it’s brown? It might be sweeter.
America in the Morning -Why didn’t you go? -I was afraid I’d get lost. -Why? -Cuz I haven’t been before. Nobody wants to be lost. -But why? Eventually you will find, well who knows what you’ll find or what will find you! Getting lost might be worth the risk. You
A sonnet for my overqualified Ivy League Uncle. NFL … Not For Long Rooney made a rule. It’s tired and broke. Vacant offices, packed benches and stands. This issue unknown to average fans. Seven black coaches fired. None were hired. Six GM interviews, none transpired. Strong enough to run the
Don’t miss you! I repeat DON’T MISS YOU! Nobody will care for you or about you the way you do. Belief in the impossible has brought me places I only dreamed of. Dreams are just dreams, until they come true. My cup runneth over and often I spill when I
A Sonnet for Sallie You beg and hound me for more of nothing. Taking more than you ever provided. I lack the patients for your oppression. Expressions of creativity you see come with zero guarantees. So please, believe in my attempts to achieve one of these: a job or winning
The highlight of my trip to the French Rivera was visiting Château de la Napoule. This castle was restored by an American expatriate couple Henry and Marie Clews. Their love story inspired me to write this dream. Henry and Marie It was 1914 and they were both completely aware. Henry