Blue Dayz

This is one from the vaults. A friend was experiencing a bad case of the blues. I wrote this poem to share with her and others my experience of the black dog’s bite. bull aligns with ox projects are on hold make dreams happen channel abundance survival mode sux black dog prowls snarling nips at […]

Rain delay at Bellerive

Here’s a nice game I played a month or so ago. A bunch of words that seem vaguely Shakespearean and a large white fridge. Inhale. Play. This is what I came up with. Given enough poetic license, I suspect any combination would sound profound. That is all.