Jun 09

Beauty Through the Clouds

Jan 27


Nov 30

Pastel Sky

Nov 30

Fading Daylight

Oct 05

Beautiful Vermont

Mar 11


Mar 11

Winter Sun

Feb 14

Lake Champlain

Dec 16

Fall Colors

Dec 09


This is a prequal I wrote to the Roman myth of Prosperinia and Pluto. It was actually a school assignment, but I had a lot of fun writing the story. I hope you like it!

The Fields of Asphodel are crowded today. They are crowded every other day too, filled to the brim with normal people from normal lives who could have changed the world but chose not to. I stare down at the expressionless faces that stand silently for all eternity. They are my subjects, my responsibility, my burden. I wonder if my parents are down there, or if it is different for Gods. What I wouldn’t give to see them again, but fear has always stopped me. What if I don’t see them? What if I do?
Aug 29


Jun 11

The Leader

Loud and joyous cheers from the TV in expectation
Hoping for their leader to appear
And to see a man of his (semi) high station.
But he is playing a game, he is playing with them
Playing with the country that he cannot throw into mayhem.

But still he tries.

He lies and cheats and pretends to be our country’s lord
Is he working for us, or someone abroad?
And somehow it is all ignored
As he sits on the metaphorical throne
and as he chips away at the country that once was made of stone.

And still he plays.

Is he looking the other way for corporate gain?
Does he help millionaires triumph?
The truth is no longer sane
Thousands are hurt by the utter and all-composing hate.
And he plays with the people whom he made wait.

And still he lies.

I wonder how this could have happened,
As I look at the exuberant crowd on the TV
May 24

Sky's View

May 24

Night's Beauty

May 24