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I can’t write all these verses without including my wife Lynn. I wouldn’t be who I am and you definitely wouldn’t be reading these poems without her. She helps me be the best version of myself I can. I Love You My Angel There was a guy who wasn’t much, Who never much would be.…
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My friend Kim passed away after a brief, horrific fight with cancer. She was a truly beautiful soul who was a blessing to all around her. Her light in this world will be greatly missed. In her memory, I ask that you spend time with a loved one, family member or friend. And take the…
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I am no longer quite as young as I was previously. I’ve come to terms with this and tend to remind myself that getting older still beats the only proven alternative. Get old or die. Years ago I worked for a wonderful woman named Heather who taught me one of the most important things I’ve…
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Apparently #MerMay is a thing so I plan to try my hand at Mermaid illustration. First up…. I’ll post the next one when I get it finished. Cheers, Winston
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Here we are at the end of the marathon for another year. Of course, that may be a bit premature. I haven’t written the poem to go under this header yet. I’m pretty confident that something will come to me… but then again, maybe not. I still have time to fail today. But I’ve also…
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Tonight’s poem is this year’s official entry where I speak to the poet in my head and say, “I’ve got nothin’. Go write it without me.” This is what happens when I let these things write themselves. Poem Write Thyself The elder Gods, the ancient ones, The ones we would deny. The elder Laws, the…
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I struggle a lot with getting overwhelmed by the things I have to do. Then I don’t do them. Then I get more overwhelmed. Then I don’t do them… I think you see how that works. Well, I’ve been working at changing that. This poem kind of articulates that struggle for me. The Way Forward…
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For some time now, I have been having a hard time sleeping through the night. I fall asleep quickly enough, but often wake up a few hours later then struggle to get back to sleep. Last night’s three and a half hour nap provided the fodder for today’s offering. Ode to Pasithea Oh elusive fleeting…
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Brain Bits To Go 