You glide by casually down the ‘Glades while our noisy asses throw waves and ripples in your territory but still you pay us no mind. And why would you? We’re chumps in comparison to your prehistoric perfected design. Blending with brackish waters, barely un ojito to be seen, a trail of bubbles telling us youContinue reading “Later Gator”
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Where It All Began
The road so far is the same that leads us back. Back to where you and I come from, where your ancestors dwelled. It’s quiet here and the people don’t care that we’re here. They figure we’re just more tourists come to see the oddity that is small town life where everyone knows each other.Continue reading “Where It All Began”
Morning Whiskey at Red Fox Inn
I wrote this piece when I traveled to Ireland for the first time last year. Been missing it like crazy. I need to go back! It’s been a busy year, and a busy month, but I wanted to make at least one contribution to National Poetry Month. One part whiskey, two parts hot brew pouredContinue reading “Morning Whiskey at Red Fox Inn”
My poems published!
Thank you Burning House Press for publishing my pieces! Click the link below to see them!! What do you think the B stands for? “I’m not one of these people, buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut, there are some gay people that won’t like you comparing being bi to the same as being gay.” Good observation. However, I specifically saidContinue reading “My poems published!”
Drill Sergeant Dad
Happy Fathers’ Day to all the dads out there! Here’s a poem dedicated to my father that I had the honor of getting published in Page & Spine Magazine. Follow the link to read.