• One last flick of the paddles, Ends all his pinball hassles. Never a high score was made, Hence he is not missed from the arcade. !poetry (06.27.10)
  • Your hand an anchor in a turbulent sea, keeping fast while others drift. I look up from my immobility, O Lord, and wish only for existence. (06.05.10)
  • I am the porcupine, I am the owl, I am the raccoon. Look upon me with the same focus and dedication and I will make you smile. !poetry (05.26.10)
  • Procrastination for the creation, delayed in hopes time will better the thought. Excuses of the moment, never attempting a start. !poetry (05.18.10)
  • The tattooed man passes my diner window into the dead end alley, ten minutes later he exits with glazed eyes, a goofy smile and a nod. (04.24.09)
  • The soft swoosh of the street cleaner driving past, the day’s heat lingering, headache by lack of caffeine, hanging on to the dark glow. (04.22.09)
  • I would lean in as it approached so that the force would distribute more evenly over a larger area and I could be thrown behind as it left. (03.15.10)
  • He laid to rest in his favorite field, trees appropriately weeping their leaves, a stream passing near his ear whisphering his soul anon. (02.20.10)
  • He ran full speed towards the dense conifer arms kept tight with an odd waddling. As body hit the leaves a pungent, white vapor replaced he. (02.13.10)
  • The hatchet’s red glow illuminates the bottle in my left hand: “Not fit for human consumption, Kgragofians only!” Worst case, I grow a tail. (01.21.10)
  • The foundation bricks were removed leaving a floating building, it did not crumble under the residential strain but opted instead to vanish. (10.23.09)
  • Everyday I crawl back across the river to retrieve my ferry. Should I leave it on this bank, the wild children would certainly devour it. (10.20.09)
  • How am I supposed to see the sun if the clouds constantly obscure it, the moon dances in the way, and the Earth flings it to the other side? (10.18.09)
  • Driving one finger perpendicular to my path, not stopping for the reds or blues, black metal raging as bullets whiz though, finally level 9. (10.17.09)
  • One to relax, two eases your worries, three for the road, four to work up the courage, five numbs the sting, six forgets the night’s events. (10.13.09)
  • Helping the injured tiger was a mistake, for it saw me not as a saviour but as a meal. (10.12.09)
  • Upon discovering some glowing skeletons, the radioactive teddy bear realized why his friends hadn’t called since his mutagenic cookoff. (09.21.09)
  • From my porch I can hear across the field into the deep woods a pack of wild voices howling and beckoning my return to a life never lived. (09.17.09)
  • They came in pairs, two completely dissimilar people unknowingly mimicing one another in perfect unison, infected with duplicity sickness. (09.14.09)
  • It was a long time coming but I saw a speak of light flow through the concrete I had chilsed away at these past 30 years. (09.11.09)