Steely reptilian gaze fixed
Upon the amber creek
Empty now of perch or carp
To scoop into his beak Continue reading
Steely reptilian gaze fixed
Upon the amber creek
Empty now of perch or carp
To scoop into his beak Continue reading
Palm fronds whisper to the sky;
Cool morn breezes gently sigh.
Listen close and you can hear
Wind’s sweet message to your ears. Continue reading
Boy Scouts vs. the Orlando United Way
NOTE: I wrote this article way back in 2001 under a pen name. If you are looking for my normal humor, travel, or current interest fare, you probably won’t be interested. Also, if you are a militant homosexual or someone who sympathizes with them you’ll probably hate it. But if you think that something is wrong with America today that needs to be righted, it might be just what you want to hear. Continue reading →