the Periodic Writer

I stole all of the words, but the thoughts are original.

Prehistoric Passenger – Haiku

Crisp conifer cone dreams in prehistoric pine. Asleep for lifetimes.

No Country for Old Men

You could head south to the river.Yeah. You could.Less open ground.Less aint none.He turned, still holding the handkerchief to his forehead. No cloud cover in sight.You need to be somewhere come daylight.Home in bed would be good.Cormac McCarthyNo Country for... Continue Reading →

A Poem

At least it was strawberry Trauma traded for a sweetened treat Grape would have been unfortunate

To Fetch a Tree – A Poem

Shifting back and forth in the carlistening to the dogs' cry apart from the rhythm of the radioplaying low while you snake the lines alone.Judging needles by strength and smellbetting high on hope for the holiday,our saving graceto a crazy year.i can't breatheor breathing in smoke... Continue Reading →

Great Expectations – A Poem

I pull a warm amber beer,though dark for the occasion.Sip between virtual cheers,expecting a better year.

Thanks for Listening – A Poem

My voice would never be like radio,entertaining and eloquent fluff.I couldn't capture ears with a tune you know,or tell you all I need is your love. I knocked walls down like your new favorite podcast.When you listened, you were first... Continue Reading →


Life says aim little chomps at the biggest dogs,to watch the world get smaller under your paws. Though I'm frightened to obey what you say,it's nothing like when they put us away. But once I danced around the woods by... Continue Reading →

A Day in the Shade – A Poem

I took hold of the muck you view me fromand sent it away with a building breeze.Benevolent breeze that breathes life to us both.But I insist before you, so that you don't choke.You awoke in muck that I share with... Continue Reading →


What if all we ever do is revert back to the way things used to be done?

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