What Time Is It?

What time is it? It says 11:11 Seems like a moment ago It was just after seven My, my Doesn’t time fly? Cuckoo clocks Crazy time Oh it’s daylight savings Fall behind an hour Then spring ahead Wait, it’s not really constant? Like they always said? Time is a consensus Read more…

Why I Write Poetry (And You Should Too)

Lately, I find myself with almost too much to express through words. I’ve had innumerable intuitive insights, just beyond the grasp of the mind. But instead of trying to explain these feelings of knowing in the intricate, formalized details of prose, I find myself writing poetry. “The desert attracts the nomad, the ocean the sailor, the infinite Read more…

Nomads In Spirit

Ah – a new place A new city A new face A new day to explore A new night’s thirst for more The serenity of sunset Filtered through the looking glass Inhibitions fade Come get your ‘back-to-a-child’ pass Who knows who I’ll be meeting And the exciting mystery of how Everybody Read more…