Piece of The Pie

Trailing by five, the player can’t jive; He can’t shoot from the free throw line. Then he tries a slice …



The end of the game, The batter needs fame — The pitch, the swing, the ball sings; Blazing by, The …

Safeco Fields, a free verse poem about Seattles very own - Walk In Verse

Safeco Fields

Dark, tall, empty, Filled with majesty: Silence falls Upon empty madness; No gay melodies, Seats of emptiness, Everyone has gone. …

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