Self Isolation

I’m sure we’ve all been staying inside a bit more than we usually do. Here’s a piece I wrote sometime ago that fits our isolation well.

What are you doing to deal with self-isolation and pseudo quarantine? Please share.

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Out There

I imagined it there,
sprawled under an oak,
in that shadow, napping, snoring,
as a beast might snore,
its lungs filching and hoarding
a sweet midday air;
so I’ll creep, as a cat,
step from this chair
to catch a quick glimpse,
a sight I can keep,
the beast, a shadow,
a moment, that air;
it all waits, patiently,
yes, somewhere out there.


I was able to get outside this weekend, away from people. It was safe. I didn’t see a soul, except my wife and kids. They are with me all the time. 👍🏻

On this, St. Patrick’s Day

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Good morning, all. It’s St. Patrick’s Day. I hope and pray you are healthy, happy, and well, wearing various shades of green.

Some time ago, I wrote a short poem about a leprechaun. I thought it appropriate to let free that rascal a second time.

Please, let me know how you’re weathering COVID-19. Let’s here you stories.



Just a moment, I say.
Tis all I needed to spy
the little ruffian. His hair
as red as flame and his eyes

even redder. There he was, skippin’
through me vegetable garden
with carrot stems hangin’
from his pockets and a potato

in his arms, gigglin’ and snickerin’
sure as I did when I swiped
cookies coolin’ on mother’s
bakin’ racks when I was but

a wee one. Now, this green
snitch was filchin’
my veggies so I calls out
the window I see you, you

thievin’ Irish weasel. If you’re
gonna pinch me garden
at least share a pint with me.
That stopped him. So, I poured

him a cold stout with a head
as thick as cream pie.
Before time could twirl its tail,
he gulped a pint or three more

and started trippin’ and twiirlin’
and spillin’ words he never meant
to spill. Now, the short of it is this.
I let the devil keep my garden,

my ale, and my home ’cause
while he was sleepin’
a drunkard’s sleep,
I swiped the arse’s pot of gold.


Although the world knows me as a sophisticated scholar of wit and words, a poet, a developing screenwriter (😆😂🤣), I’m willing to blow my cover to share some exciting news. This morning, while enjoying my coffee, I crafted a Star Wars Destiny deck that allows me to easily exchange and replace several incarnations of Han Solo. Brilliant!!