But The Borg
Just another day for the blueshirts in Astrometrics.
Category: Riffs & Poetry
Riffs, raps, song, ink slung to a righteous bass line, and possibly a poem or two.
Four Thirty Seven Ante Meridiem
This is low tide.
Shelf Space
Poems for the Rodeo Clown and other true stories.
Cape May Detritus
A little riff in the sand when the tide goes out
Takin’ WormTongue & ToobLips Surfing On Mercury
97 degrees today, could feel like 117, with red alert air quality and oh, look, the sun’s a beach ball!
Wallflowers & Trapdoors
Flash. Bang. Shadows lingering.
Inktober First
Happy Inktober First!
Threadcount
So many places to be, though I could stand here in the glow all night…
Kick Pedals, Commas & Spec Fluids
I was just thinking…kick pedals & a throne.
While in Asheville
There’s the remnant of an old mill in Weaverville a stone’s throw from the park…