Diary Of A Pen Warrior...

Alpha Bet Soup Before the Big Bang an unopened can of alpha bet soup potential words voweled potent with force floating shapes spooned swallowed spewed out into verbs screaming More! More soup please! In the beginning was the word the first question! Who opened the can? Who dished out the first... Sign in to see full entry.

Out Chasing The Cat, Who Chased The Crow Out chasing the cat who chased the crow in the early morning of the cat's death Hard to say who witnessed what we all died in that moment All… except for the cab driver he just kept going disappeared Needless to say the cat was caught by surprise while the... Sign in to see full entry.

Kacela Of The Deep (in love with a voice in cyberspace) As I chase pixels shaping into wargs and goblins her voice pierces my heart like an arrow pierces the heart of an elite troll guarding the gates of Urugarth. Everywhere I turn her voice is there My Kacela huntress of the heart protects me... Sign in to see full entry.

Birth Of A Poet I Death Pandora’s box is emptied sound waves scribbled across the universe floating the poet rises… A bit groggy he begins to re-shape the shaped into words re-sentencing every syllable into a presumption of self feeling separate alone seeking… His first impulse is to reject God... Sign in to see full entry.