Dingle
I remember riding in a big yellow car, As big as a boat, but sharp lines and sleek. Standing up just to see outside, riding On a bench...
Musings and Rhymes
I write to heal. I write to learn. I write to grow.
Better. Easier.
I am a son, a brother, a husband, a father, a dog dad, a friend, a builder, a coach, a Ranger, a human.
I am a survivor, a throwback, a success, a failure, a winner, a loser, a goldmine, a bust.
I am a writer. I am the poet. I am the words you eat...