Panickk Desperation Inspiration. Mania, all formed in the same crucible womb collided in one room, fighting over control of the typewriter. nobody could tell them apart, Especially Themselves.

on our place on Old 31 in Franklin, we had a three compartment garage – the left side is where Grandpa kept the old red riding lawn mower that he kept sharp to keep a beautiful lawn; it was a Wheel Horse and it’s dank…

God spoke, but I did not hear Him, not then. Instead, I held you, propped in my arms while you slept deeply, slipping away. I watched the grey, heavy sky loom over the ocean. My heart felt heavier than the snow-laden clouds as my memories…

The alley has gone to hell, garages belching robot grunge and failed steampunk rust. In between, a green sprawl of pumpkins and watermelons lines the fence and spills over the tops of compost bins. An Airstream that has seen too many rivers, aluminum foil peeling…

Smother That Reckless Urge, Control that expression that is kicking at the walls of the womb, Shouting to be cut free, to be allowed to emerge and strut and swagger alive and lively. Ration that energy, Throw Gunny Sacks ovry it, sit on it, control…

Darkness capture my soul their was no place to go their was just. Darkness that had my body. Flame on my body was so strong it was in  my soul the flame. Capture my soul ‘I couldn’t move ;I was paralyzed from the flame.  …

The aftermath was devastating Twisted metal, fractured wires Bricks tossed all around The house largely a total loss Once a family home, a two story safe-haven The force of the hurricane too much for it to bear When the family first saw it, tears and…

The day you left was the day life stopped. But now that you’re back, time goes on. We need to be strong as life. That’s the only way we’ll make it in this world. You’re my brother. And that will never change  

July Tenth Nineteen Hundred and Sixty Three The day the Gina came to be The day Alexander joined obscurity Before that day he was a family man After that day he was never heard of again Fifty three years later he has never been found…

Trees growing in the Forest Budding sprouts all about Out in woods the insects quake Running around like a pedal Crocking comes from the shurb Nearby i see them flying It was just a picture perfect Little dessert sage Coming to life. Butterflied fly high…