Hmmm... Philosophies Uncategorized


Somedays you’re
the windshield
somedays you’re
the bug

Me? I’m the guy
with the red rag
hanging from gray
overall pocket who
cleans up the mess

Hmmm... Introspection Uncategorized Writers and Writing


Night comes, day goes –
or vice versa. Who knows?

Nocturnal vices of peers-
beer, dancing, sex, beer
in no particular order

My vices of the night –
words, paper, words

am I more profound, or
more boring – or vice versa?

Who knows? Day comes,
night goes