This is just a bit of fun I was having on a rainy evening. This is a bit like a Dr.Seuss book.

It is horrible when someone seems cold as stone.

A Small Sample of a potential 1st chapter for “Ripples”.

Dancing in my mind, they are there, my dreams are somewhere.

One of those "complicated" pieces that just happened to flow out of my head.

Nightmare gone wild.

About some of what I go through to read my friends’ articles and poems. What do you go through? Or can you just spit it out type it up in a split second?

Listening to the storm.

He maybe a useless Git but he’s still my Brother.

This is special to me because I am a drummer.