Some things never change. Alejandro waves, "It's good to see you," And promptly trips over a chair. The same old arguments, The same country roads, Become phantoms of my former life Swirling above a graveyard that was Brightfield
Poetry
Nightfall on the Mountaintop
Night has fallen on the mountaintop. The stars dazzle-gleam tauntingly As I stretch to hold them As I ascend into the heavens And fall back, Cowering in the pregnant gloom, Waiting for the blow Which will send me hurtling Back into the foothills...
Song Draft: Nightfall on the Mountaintop
Enjoy the Daniel Now version of my latest poem.
O! How Thy Worth, Magnesium, I Sing!
"Eat thou magnesium this very day!"
The Prospective
I am not merely a prospective. I breathe in the present!
Reflections on Adventure
"The test of will, the strenuous proving lies beyond the mire and sludge."
Reflections from Brightfield 