Only Beginnings.

Welcome!

This blog is an attempt to create a focal point for many of my creative endeavors.  Over the years I have worked on a grandiose number of projects in an absurd number of mediums.  However, not once have I attempted to create a place for my own works outside of these projects - well thats going to change in 2014! We're bare bones right now but I'm hoping to be adding to this new home quite regularly!

I wouldn't say that I was expecting for the first post on this blog to be a poem.  Nor would I ever call myself a writer or a poet but it was what popped into place the quickest.

a clock tick

tick

ticks

out its own beat

the neighbors argue

over everything important

the children run up

the stairs

creak

thump

the pipes clear 

air

rushing past the windows

and you’ll miss it

you’ll miss it when

you’re gone from this place

you’ll miss it if you sleep

and you

you will miss it if you dream

of a quiet that will never come

of a place not here

where the sun rises perpetually

and the stars rotate on your

very

unwelcome command

you wouldn’t realize till

tick

ticks

tock

springs rotting

smell of fresh moss

wet grass

and

rain

then you would notice

the sounds

but not before

and not later still

because that is our way

we are trained to wait

still

as a bat overwhelmed

as an expected metaphor

keep going

you might miss it if your

too

damn

loud

or too ready

to be angry about the sound

of peoples voices

of the verses of that pop song

because soon it will be over

and soon

there will be no sounds

and there will be no music

being made by the very

ground

that we have built houses on