“THe Story Book”


Fragments of shattered mirror strewn about the loft. Papers tossed as if a hurricane had swept in challenging a night stalker. The devastation abandon, left for an unsuspecting arrival to discover finding only shock as if a bare wire sparked as it dangeled from the ceiling. But what was it that actually happened?

Sometimes it hard to distinguished between fact and fiction. The lines cross over between creativity and insanity. So who draws the line? Who can actually say………………What is true and what is only in the reality of the minds deepest dark corners of escape.

“Please click home and read on……”
You decide what is real and what is not.

Does the artist/writer become his work? Is it a self-fullfilling prophecy to become their vision.
Does the artist manifest his own success, his own demise?
Could it be strickly entertainment, food for thought from the corner of ones mind?

Thanks for stopping by enjoy the journey


“Collateral Damage”

colatteral damage” Collateral Damage” acrylic

They say for every action there is a reaction. These actions create collateral damage.

As we have seen over the last week with the Boston Marathon Bombings and over the last year with the increased terror inflicted on school children and everyone alike, sadly collateral damage, Takes it toll.

The following blog site is a compilation of art, wood sculpture, social commentary, and free verse poetry. Fiction, non fiction, and many images of art throughout the entire series of over a hundred-fifty interconnected and related blog posts.

There is something here for everyone.

Nominated with a Most Versatile Blogger award and also a Most Inspiring Blogger Award.

I hope you too may find something thought provoking and inspiring or maybe a spark may be lit in opposition.

Click on HOME or scroll down to enjoy the series of poetry, or the” Corner Diner” Series of passion, The Passages from” Imitating snowflakes” 1 through 27 entries, also blogs of free verse prose and art images. Hoping to avoid collateral damage and some pieces a result of collateral damage.

please read on,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,                 thank you Rodney

Censorship: Big Brothers on line

You know that we do have First Amendment rights to free speech. However Big Brother, the FCC and other online censors disagree. Even though they are government funded they like to intervene and over rule what they think should be said. THIS IS CENSORSHIP

Even when someone is trying to accurately report a factual news story. If political officials, law enforcement or any other government agencies like the F.B.I. don’t like what you say, or don’t want the facts accurately reported you have the right to say it as it is. But you may get censored.

This is a violation of free speech. It is an infringement on all of us! The news is not accurately reported many times because of this censorship. Many stories are brushed under the table, cover ups to protect their own reputations.

Sometimes stories are buried under the guise of homeland security.

Other times it is simply a local cover up of well known sons of political and educational families trying to protect themselves and their boys reputation, even if they committed rape. Case in point,  “Steubenville, Ohio”

In an interview with Colin Powell he stated that the Vietnam War was lost because of the news and media coverage. To paraphrase he indicated that the news media damaged war efforts and turned the country against the war. Thus the war turned the American public off. That forced upheaval and eventual forced pulling out of the war. He clearly stated that he did not want to see this happen again.

Understandable but misfortunate in the fact that facts should be reported factually in a timely and accurate method.” FREEDOM OF THE PRESS”  — “FREEDOM OF SPEECH”

If a war is worth fighting, fight it. However it should be reported accurately. If a crime is committed report it! Even if the privileged boys and their families have to pay the price.

Even if the crime is committed in your home, your backyard, at your neighbors or in Steubenville, Ohio.

We all deserve to know the facts and not be subjected to censorship and over powering cover ups by big brother. It happens all the time in many places.

Its a violation of every ones constitutional rights. 




folder9 ” The Thinker”

Dangling from a thread wrapped around the spool of life, it appears nothing and everything hangs in the balance

We all have scars some easy to see, permanent marks that leave their impression on you forever. Some scars come and go. Others are hidden beneath the exterior of ones protective shell. Those scars can dig deep into ones persona or self-image.

Many of us as writers, artists, musicians, performers probably at some point realize that our life’s work may become lost in the world so big. I suppose that is the inspiration for the collage ” Lost words on a Page” I don’t want my manuscript ” Imitating Snowflakes 107.5″ to become lost words on  Page.  Not because I wrote the story. Not because I believe it is necessarily great literature, but because I feel the story needs to be told.

Most of us write and do creative endeavors to fulfill a desire, a need for self-expression, communication and possibly escape, in a therapeutic way. This is all part of the creative process I suppose.

Concerning the manuscript Imitating Snowflakes it is a story of heartbreak agony and violation. It is a true story about a father and a son and how the system kept them apart. It is a story that turns very dark. It touches on the injustices handed out from person to person, from court justices to the court of appeals.

To read more about this true life civil rights story scroll down or search for entry 1-27 passages from “Imitating Snowflakes 107.5”

This entire blog series from the first blog to this blog, is actually one long conceptual body of work. The stories largely interconnected. the art all from the time that the true life story unfolded.

Enjoy your journey and may you all find peace along your path.


On Addiction/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////


Longing for the day when my piercings were shiny and new. Rent was only 235.00 a month. Didnt realize my youth was spent casing an unobtainable escape. My peers all seemed to believe that smoking a bag of dope, drinking a fifth and popping a few pills of the week was all sociably acceptable behavior. But then again at that time it was to me too.

Didnt realize the shine would disappear from those new piercings and with it the shine of youth would disappear too. When my life was ahead of me and behind was simply a childhood and an awkward drug filled adolescence, I didn’t know my adult life would spin on a dime so hard.

Running down hill backwards and doing somersaults up hill, complicated. Looking back but not moving forward like a dog on leash, am I simply trying to pee on a tree? What lies beneath the next motel comforter or the sleeping bag on the street corner. Going to sleep right here on this park bench.

When you can’t find your car. Or your car is what you call home, its time to look ahead and not behind.
Something is wrong, lost it along the line.

Track marks gone from my arms. Alcohol poison long since dried up. Still missing the smoking up? A twenty year addiction that set me back 23 years, lucky to still be here to write now. Lost a few along the way. Its no game, no fun, no more, its over its time to live.

How deep those scars run,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

” I Alcoholic” also known as “THE MIGRAINE”


With New Years Eve also comes many Parties. In my case remaining clean and sober was impossible most of the year. But I now have nearly 18 years clean time. You can do it but its hard.
I can’t say New Years was any harder to get clean and sober than any average Saturday on even given month. However if you are struggling with addiciton I know it is extremely hard at anytime. Don’t give up reachout to someone. There are a ton of support programs availiable. Recommend for a quick access and its free Narcotics Anonymous N.A. or Alcoholics Anonymous A.A.