One of my proses…

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.

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.