December 11, 2014

December 8, 2014

  • Music of Saturday Night

    he played the blues
    win or lose, paid
    his dues, lit the
    fuse as he taught
    what he thought was
    long shot romance
    bought a dance and
    a chance to en-
    hance their love for the music of Saturday night

December 5, 2014

  • expiration date

    nine years away from home
    a big world that I've got to roam
    got a lot of miles that I have to go
    but I'm down on luck and short of dough
    can't go back but I can keep straight
    keep goin' forward to my expiration date

    a world full of borders
    guard towers and fences
    seven billion line their own defenses
    no one knows who gives the orders
    they can't look back or shoot real straight
    keep lookin' forward to their expiration date

    brothers, sisters, human disgrace
    I got lost in this place
    and I know I have to move on
    say goodbye and then I'm gone
    I can't come back so please don't wait
    keep movin' forward to my expiration date

December 2, 2014

  • Ebooks for Sale

    I have three ebooks available through several ebook sellers. Here are some links.


    The Chiang Mai Sessions

    Barnes and Noble

    iTunes Store

    Kobo Books


    The Bangkok Sessions

    Barnes and Noble

    iTunes Store

    Kobo Books


    Shadows of Doi Suthep

    Barnes and Noble

    iTunes Store

    Kobo Books

    A fourth collection of poetry is in the works. "Under Crushed Black Velvet Skies" is my poetry journal from April, 2013. It features all the poems I wrote in answer to a challenge to write a poem a day during National Poetry Month, which is promoted by the Academy of American Poets. I hope to have it available by the end of the week.

  • Promises of Doom and Gloom

    how many heroes have left the room
    after they couldn't take no more?
    what of the promises of doom and gloom
    were they broken when they closed the door?
    somewhere night has fallen
    it's fallen and can't get back up
    and I'm calling on you
    'cause I've fallen and can't get back up
    I'm calling on you

    there are no more heroes in the room
    they left at the break of day
    the silly promises of gloom and doom
    left us broken with nothing to say
    somewhere night has fallen
    it's fallen and can't get back up
    and you're counting on me
    to play the fallen hero again
    you're counting on me?

    this is not where I will meet my fate
    and I'm not taking the fall
    doom and gloom promises are out of date
    they are no longer posted on the wall
    a smile is fading
    it is fading into the darkness
    and I'm calling on you
    but you won't answer the telephone
    I'm fading away

October 27, 2014

  • Fast Food Politician

    the confidence you exude
    a dude of action, oh, so shrewd
    nothing but a fast food politician
    with no aptitude for the job
    I'm in no mood for your lies

    I can't be wooed by you
    I won't be deluded by you
    you have been reviewed by me
    you are excluded by me
    take your baby food elsewhere

    I'm not part of your multitude
    won't be part of your family feud
    you are rude and rued and should be sued
    for your ingratitude
    it may be crude but go get stewed in your own devices

September 8, 2014

  • Poetry Ebooks Available

    Poetry E-books Available

    I will post more information as the books become available to download on more sites.

    If I can raise enough money from the electronic version of the books, then maybe I will look into traditional printing. It depends on the interest of the readers.

    Thank you for your support.

August 29, 2014

  • The Chiang Mai Sessions

    The Chiang Mai Sessions is my first collection of poetry. I submitted it to and it is now available on four websites, including I don't feel much excitement about this, but I do feel good that it is finally available for readers to pick up if they are so inclined. I feel good that it is in bed, and I look forward to getting the next book online as soon as possible.

August 7, 2014

  • The Chiang Mai Sessions: Session Thirty-Nine


    sometimes you walk alone
    but you have to hold your head high
    the road you walk isn't well-known
    not many will see what you get to see
    only you get to be what you are meant to be

    sometimes you stand alone
    but you have to hold your head high
    where you stand isn't well-known
    not many will see what you get to see
    only you get to be what you are meant to be

    sometimes you’re on the mountain
    breathing pure winter air
    sometimes you’re in the valley
    longing for someone with whom to share
    sometimes you’re in the thick of a fight
    wondering if anyone is left to care
    sometimes it's a lonely star
    looking for someone to take the dare

    sometimes you sleep alone
    tired of holding your head up high
    remember the visions you've been shown
    in dreams not yet come true
    not many will see what you get to see
    only you get to be what you are meant to be


May 9, 2014

  • an overdue note of gratitude

    Dear family and friends,

    I don't like to do posts on Sabbath, but today feels different, as if this post was meant to be written at this time.

    Just reflecting on my last few hours in the US, from the time I woke up early on Sunday morning and waiting for Steve to pick mom and me up for the ride to the airport. I don't remember many words being exchanged. Maybe we were all tired. Maybe there wasn't much left to be said. I just remember the silence. At the terminal we sat together waiting for them to open the gate and to call out that my flight for Cincinnati was boarding passengers. I couldn't help think that when I got on the plane, I would never see anyone from my life in the US again. I knew I wouldn't see mom again, or my sisters, or my church family. Its a long list of people to whom I was saying  'goodbye.'

    I am looking back at nearly nine years worth of memories. Though we stay in contact through Facebook, it isn't the same as being able to see each other face-to-face. There is the funny quote that says, "I <3 my computer. All my friends are in it." Well, it is through my computer that I can communicate with you, but it is in my heart where I carry you, and there is no baggage limit on friends. From classroom to classroom and touristy site to touristy site, from restaurant to kitchen and every other place I have walked, you have been in my heart and on my mind. There are times when I have wished you could see what I see, hear what I hear, taste the same food I was eating. We have been together over a lot of miles, through a lot of storms, times of dryness and times of flooding, and times of peace and quiet.

    Thank you.

    This past April I changed jobs and towns. I moved from a classroom full of students to a cubicle where I sit and work one-on-one with Chinese students of all ages. After spending four years in places like Bangkok, Ubon Ratchathani, Sri Maha Phot, and Kaeng Khoi, I come full circle, again living in Chiang Mai. I have  been reacquainted with the familiar, and found new places to explore, as well. But the coolness factor is that some of my Chinese students think I am doing well in learning how to pronounce the names of their hometowns, like Beijing, Shenyang, Shanghai, Foshan, Dalian, and others. I have never really explored the Chinese language, but they seem to want me to learn more about it. Maybe I am being groomed for a teaching assignment in China. I do know that I need to learn more about Chinese geography so I can learn where my students are in this world. And maybe one day I will meet them face to face.

    "There are many different worlds
    and many different suns
    but we have just one world
    but we live in different ones"

    The Dire Straights song, "Brothers in Arms," comes to mind right now. The rest of the song I don't remember as well, but those lines have stayed with me ever since I first read the lyrics. Things come to mind now that show me how true these things are. From outdoor markets where fish, fruit and vegetables are sold, to the small town malls of towns trying to catch up to the 21st century West, from quiet gardens where kings and queens once walked to city parks named after serving monarchs... guys, we have explored a lot of different worlds together. We have traveled through a lot of time and space together.

    Thank you.

    Thank you for allowing me to share the past and the present with you, and I look forward to sharing the future with you, as well. Thank you for being a part of my journey. And I hope that one day, in a better time and place, that we will meet again, kick our shoes off, pop open a cold one, and can enjoy a good rest that should come at the end of such trips as ours.

    I love you guys. Happy Sabbath.

    Peace out.