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The Gentlemen’s Creed

A Gentleman, does not hurt the weak, rather he protects them, from those strong

  The person next to you says memorizing this is going to be hard. Then you say, “Hard like the first working d

My ego once belonged to Odysseus.

Word processing: imagine, create, share, succeed.

Writer’s checklist; thick skin, mobile pen.

I put my things in boxes: my junk, my keepsakes, the things in between. Going through all the things that I have acquired o

Creation
Gestation
Maturation
Publication
Expiration
Reincarnation (repeat)

I

I suppose it was inevitable. What with two boys, two dogs and one house where the dirt swirls in with a strong wind, it’s

Hero, villain, life, death. Choice? Calling?

Todays wanderlust may become
Tomorrows epoch.

I am writing, for my self every day now. It seems to make no difference whether there is some thing to write about, or not.

Take a breath. Its just life.

I am writing, for my self every day now. It seems to make no difference whether there is some thing to write about, or not.

The light, still on, still bright.

My best, still waiting, still unwritten.

This world we live in. What a wheel of confusion that is kept spinning by lies and promises. Most of such promises are brok

I like your story, now… tell me what was it about?

No story, blank pages, due tomorrow.

This is not how I planned to watch the rain.

The windows shouldn’t be sealed tight. The resonance of muff

Even the Oak fears the saw.

Even the Oak fears the saw.

Growing older but never grown up.

Still crazy after all these years.

Imagination nourished by reservoirs of disquiet.

“Tied to Monotone, Living in Prismatic.”

Parachute did not open.  The end.

Dancing around and around this earth

Childhood stories grown fat artist starving.

Infant amidst the worlds midlife crisis