Tonight, for a single hour, I wasn't pre-occupied with thoughts of books, book releases, future books, upcoming events, making music, reading, or writing assignments. My girlfriend and I just sat in the car in a parking lot and discussed our day, what we liked and disliked about it, and how we could make tomorrow better. … Continue reading The Moment
Every memory is a poem yet to be written... "Born In July" Misty morning alone with my thoughts The fog rose like a theater curtain Revealed you in all your glory Your eyes signaled readiness Magic words uttered softly in the wilderness I gripped you like a soldier’s farewell Our lips intertwined in remembrance Lost … Continue reading Memories.
From the novel "Pages From The Bottom Drawer" by C. Derick Miller (out of print now) Night Ranger The melodies are calling him The songs of yesterday Where are the guitar warriors? Are they truly gone to stay? A young boy dreams of greatness His head rests on folded hands Headphones on his water bed … Continue reading Night Ranger