Long Live The King

Time has a way of changing things. Why, just the other day I was getting my things together for a trip to the laundry. I had it all sorted, all ready to go, then I thought “I really ought to shower before I offend an unsuspecting public.” So I reach in the closet for my…

Somewhere down near lower Greenville Avenue an unusual Saturday night was brought to life with sights and sounds not normally seen by the owners and patrons of that street. A hard rain fell on the strip, limbs and leaves tossed in the wind, and party goers rushed from their cars to seek refuge in the…

Everyone I know is so unlike you, a small knit in the cosmic fabric blending and shaping most of what we call life: You are the single thread that stands out from the pattern. Years ago, I saw such as fine a thread and I tugged at it … the cosmic fabric rippled. My life…

nothing, not even one, one is something. less than infinity but never ending, it is not nothing. is nothing real? can you touch nothing? by touching nothing there is created a reality of something. i might proclaim, “I have nothing.” i have more more than that, i have the thought intangible, but something. nothing is…

It’s not easy writing flowery prose, uplifting thoughts avoid my mind, when I spend my days looking down my nose. Not down at you, or you, or even you, down at the self, within my mind wherein I reside, wishing I were you. There is beauty and charm I can see, this graces your smile,…

You see a homeless bum, when you look at me incapable of love, living on the street. A fallen man living off your trash A lazy buggar begging a buck I scare your wife on her Sunday drive You tell your kids ‘be good or you’ll be like him’. But it’s you, your kind –…