We live in divided, chaotic times. There will be further simple and obvious truths pointed out in this article, but let's start with that one. We are living in a time where if you say that A is true,

I flipped my business card overAbsentmindedly wrote your name on the backOh to run my fingers across your name and have you appearEven if you were just a ghostYour visage lights a fire within meYou are

“Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And the process is

Last night I tried a new theme for my Tuesday night radio show on Live 365. I thought it would be interesting to play a band that started with every letter of the alphabet. I called it Scotty Gee, A to

The Great Queen with the smell of sweet basil in her hairShe tilts, and she turns, and she swivels in her chairShe twists, and she twirls, and she flips her hairAnd good goddamn, that smile is almost too

Saturday was the big, huge, epic, tremendous, massive, humungous Saturday night radio show, and like every Saturday night it was chock full of great requests and Scotty Gee choices. The show ran for 4

Today is a milestone for me. It was two years ago today that my second book, Last Chance Town was released. This book was a marked improvement on my first effort, We Own The Sunset -- We Own The Sky and

This piece took me over 6 months to complete. Please comment and let me know what you think this poem is about. What is the message? The big-top reaches to the skyThe concession stands are all in their

The story goes back 30 years. When I was 19 years old, young and idealistic, I decided that I wanted to be a radio DJ. What I pictured was a Dr. Johnny Fever or Wolfman Jack scenario where I could play

Mary Gregory, a transgendered weightlifter, recently took to Instagram to announce her accomplishment of winning 9 out of 9 events and breaking four world records at a recent competition in the United

Hastily, hastily, I make my way back home Faithfully, faithfully, I wake up every morn Gratefully, gratefully, I step on to the floor Wastefully, wastefully, I barricade the door Lifelessly, lifelessly,

I can’t turn my head from side to side Without seeing you in my peripheral vision, baby. Every single day stays the same like yesterday In 24 hours nothing has changed, time’s up. My whole body aches from

I wrote this piece as a commentary. A commentary about how it seems that the default reaction to anyone that says something that you don’t agree with is to set the online mob after that person and to try

Let’s wake up early, shall we? We’ll race the sun to see who first appears Dew droplets on the grass and fog burns up Before our feckless self-indulgent peers Have even had the impetus to muster Enough

I stick my head out of the door To grab my paper from the porch Just like I did yesterday Saw my neighbour washing his car He raised his hand and said Hey, how are you, buddy? I can’t complain It’s just

Hello Steemians. I am proud to announce that my second book of poetry will be released in a matter of days. I have posted many of the poems here on Steemit, but I would love it if my fellow Steemains would

Hark I just checked my emails, texts messages and social media I was inundated with invitations To events like baptisms, weddings, and funerals I think I’ll attend one of each Just to try to keep some

For to every one who has will more be given, and he will have abundance; but from him who has not, even what he has will be taken away. — Matthew 25:29, RSV. I tell you, that to every one who has will

This is episode 2....well, let's call it an episode anyway...of Questions for Steemians, where I try to find out more about my fellow Steemians. Today's question is in the video and I hope it will lead

I recently made a post about my desire to embark on a poetry reading tour in 2018. The plan is to travel around by car to different poetry readings, read one of my poems at the open mic event and meet