Poet Introduction Been writing a good while, fair bit of stuff published in books and online as a contributor; plan is to get a chapbook or collection of my own in print someday, though who knows when?
On the passing whims of jealous gods meddling with man's clay, his unformed clods— human life depends; how thin the cord when man dangles from Fate's fickle sword. Each swing's misfortune brings him closer— Luck's double-edge bites hard; exposure's equipotential. Should then we seek to loose these bonds? Force the link that's weak with nothing but our wits to catch us? Or offer, still, to vain Olympus?
on threadneedle street he'd lose himself in reverie of drawn-out summer afternoons, camaraderie and messing about on a river
wild wild woods a counterpoint shiver in the back of his mind reduced to bedtime stories
because to keep that shiver inside all literary pretensions aside would allow weasels to overrun his thoughts the horse to bolt the cart to overturn the car to crash and spill and Trouble with a capital T—
secretary avoids trouble at all costs precision...