This is a poem about shooting stars and their legends…

Loves poetic arrival.

How love can be a comet in your life.

A 51-year old woman admits that she wants a tattoo.

Love.

Seriously. For those of us that come to see our friends play shows in the comet tavern in capitol hill area, is it worth it? Check out my opinion as to why the comet should do a little sprucing up.

Relaxation.

Sunshine flows through me, and I float.

Description of a possible end-of-the-world scenario.

A cold comet in an afternoon dwelling, summer sets in on the Indian swelling…