OR, Why People Who Build Traffic Circles Deserve Them. A rant about driving and traffic in the big city.

Sometimes the poetry just won't stop, even if you might want it to.

A problem I ran into while attempting to write while traveling. Bumped the rating up for a single word.

A poem that struck me while on a train home from Washington, D.C.

The first in a series of fables and fairytales I'm doing for children. The story probably sounds familiar, but then again, it's a fairytale, so they've all been told, I guess. To me, it's more in the way you approach the story. Enjoy!

Wow, been a while since I posted anything. Anywho, a new PG song I wrote. This one took a bit of doing from the original bit that kind of floated into my head whiel driving, but I think it came together well in the end. Enjoy.

Homicide Lt. Scott Henry, NYPD, is stumped by a series of freakish murders, and not even Adrian Dyer, one of the FBI's best profilers, can help him solve the case. When the perpetrators start to multiply, the Bureau sends the Inspector to get things done.

Dedicated to Johny Blades. If he likes it, maybe it'll go on a Pandion Gene album.

Everyone else is doing a political or socially aware song, and it's one of the biggies everyone band's gotta have, so here is the Pandion Gene's.

Wow, hard at work on the Pandion Gene stuff. Finally finished from long ago in the Dark Ages.

The other newest Pandion Gene song. Its not my favoritest thing I've ever done, but the theoretical video is thexy.

Probably the better of the two newest Pandion Gene ditties. The other one gets a cooler music video, though. Its all smexy.

A collaboration with specter of the flesh. This song, oddly, turned out a bit poppier than is usually the Pandion Gene style, but I like it. Based on a true story.

This Pandion Gene song is a bit slower than some of the others, more along the line of 'Sometimes'. It's one of those creepy ballads.

Yet another Pandion Gene number that gets stuck in my head all the time. I hate getting my own stuff stuck in my head. This one's pretty upbeat. A good dance tune.

A slow, kind of jazzy forlorn love song for the lighter album. Norah Jones could probably sing it better than I could. But then, I could listen to that woman sing forever. About anything. Can you praise her enough?

A more lighthearted Pandion Gene ditty, for the feelgood album.

One of my favorite Pandion Gene songs. I actually got the idea from a combination of conversations I had with my mother and my best friend. Like all songs, especially mine, it sounds better sung than it looks written down.

A Pandion Gene song I jotted down about a friend I had a long time ago. Based on a true story. This is one of the few pieces I've ever written that has never been edited, either by me or by anyone else. This is exactly how it came out the first time.

Again, a song for the Pandion Gene. This one is a little more romantic, but no less angsty. Ah, well we can't all write happy songs, nor can we write all happy songs.

Another Pandion Gene tune. This song doesn't seem like much until you hear it sung. The music is a lot creepier than the lyrics.

A third Pandion Gene song. I wish I could post sheet music here, but of course, no images. :P

Another song I wrote for the Pandion Gene. This one is more typical, I think, and less Norah Jonesy than 'John's Song.'

I originally started work on this song ages ago for my band, the Pandion Gene, and finished late last year for a short Indie film soundtrack. It's very Norah Jones or Sarah McLachlan or Anna Nalick... I think. You'd just have to hear it.

A short story written in the style of Grimm's Fairy Tales, right after reading said book. Please note: Most seeming errors in syntax, grammar, or spelling are not errors, as such. Remember that this is written in the style of Grimm's.

Yay for the sillies!

Stegosaurus was always my favorite dinosaur, and Jack Prelutsky, you didn't treat it very well.

No, but really. We're just like this.

My cat is really like this.

Bwa, ha, ha! My friends will never forgive me.

All about sad, sad emo loss. Kill yourselves, now, all of you. [dies]

A poem about the beach, and the imaginary civilizations that I populate it with.

I'm getting a Cupid image here. I hope we're all on the same page.

I am such a tool. And I don't even charge for it.

A followup to Untitled 1, perhaps?

Does this happen to anyone else, or am I just giving off the wrong pheromones?

Silly people in love, why don't they just say what they feel?

I do love me some cats, j0.

Okay, show of hands: Who's seen this happen to somebody?

Fie on you, Holy Trinity! Fie! I fart in your general direction!

A little piece I wrote about my own family tree, based on everything I've learned from studying our history. Some of it's even true. Maybe. True, true, true. Except for lies.

Rar! There's a monster in this poem! :3

Yes, I'm a Democrat. And no, I'm not a fanatic about it. I'd register Independent, but then you don't get to vote in the primaries, do you?

Apparently, there are a lot of people with this problem. I hear it's highly contagious, although some people are just carriers.

Memories that all young boys share at a certain age, I think.

A poem about how you should feel if you have a good reason not to anymore!

In ancient Scotland, an island lord is murdered by the best friend that desires his realm. His widow, however, is not about to let that happen.

I intended to write a completely different poem when I did this the other night. An epic of two pages in rhyming four line stanzas? Yeah. That was intentional. It goes with my book, The Company Of The White Sword.

What is a poem, really? I've read a lot of opinions, so I thought I'd offer mine.

This poem just came to me the other night. Hopefully, one day, I might find out why that happens.

An ancient evil is rising from the past, and to stop it, a young mage and his elven lover are forced by prophecy to ally themselves with a far greater evil.

When people stop believing in gods, the gods lose power, but some refuse to sleep. When hate and war fuel a tear the veil between reality and Hell, some of the old gods seize the chance to save the world, and maybe make people believe in them again.

Death ponders on his job, and on how the reaction of a little girl makes him do so.

An honorific dedicated to one of the best friends of all college students everywhere, right up there with Ramen noodles.

I wrote this for the National Writing Project five years ago. Who woulda thunk it?

Okay, okay... Here's your bloody singsong. Happy now?

I felt a little silly and decided to write an outofcharacter poem. Is love ever simple?

Book I of The Company of the White Sword. When evil threatens the world, heroes shall arise to battle it. Where there are heroes, there is adventure, and where there is adventure, there is friendship.

War is Hell, someone once said. But nobody ever seems to remember that.

A fourth selection that goes with the Morrigane pieces.

Just a stream of consciousness sort of thing.

I've actually never been in love, personally, but I gather this is what it's like.

I really, truly, honestly have absolutely no idea myself.

Crazy talk, that's what it is. But I really do love Chinese food.

For all those who have no idea what hope is...it's pandas!

In the aftermath of their mistress's adventures, the black and white kittens seek some adventure for themselves.

Don't you feel like a real heel when one of your best friends falls in love with you and you don't love them back? I do.

A bard's song appearing in the same stories that feature the Morrigane pieces.

This poem actually appears later in And Shadows Will Follow. Keep an eye out.

Don't you ever wonder what spiders are thinking that early? Now you know.

Honestly, I just jotted this down in class. I have no idea where the inspiration came from.

Another set of poems that goes with a story.

A supplementary piece that appears in a specific story I've written.

My longest poem, an epic inspired by several of my favorite works.

Another dark, morbid poem. I have quite a lot of those, for some strange reason...

A humorous cat poem I wrote some time ago. Isn't my mentality hopelessly cute and fuzzy?

My first published poem. Read and feel free to review!

A poem about Artemis Mmrr, one of the best friends I've ever had.

A funny short I wrote for an english class. Silly, but satisfying.

Deep, like a mud puddle on the sidewalk of life... :P

I don't write much rhyming poetry, but this was a good first effort.

Just a little something I wrote to fill space in one of my stories. It's better than some of my other stuff, but worse than most.

A view from the mind of a mental patient. Try looking at the world from the other side of the straightjacket.

One of my first poems. It ties in with stories I've written before.