with words to live large by


Release the Hounds

My drowning is silent

But for the barking canine

Whose yelping stirs the fight

Deep within me

With flailing arms

I rise and

Break the surface

To release the breath of death

and inhale life

Then dog paddle back to shore




The Messenger

By orator, post or machine

we receive good tidings

or sorrow

we are informed of imminent danger

or the birth of a prince

worldly updates

or the common minutia

of everyday life

ours, or those we lust or abhor

we come to know them

call them friend or foe

but one thing we must never

forget is to not

shoot the messenger

especially when it comes

to the weather