I make things. Some are serious. Some are funny. Most are curious. If you’re interested in history, community, humor, stories, music, and the odd corners of human nature, I think you’ll find something here that’s worth your time.
I. Burdens of the Tin Man
These oxidizing enemies; Rain and snow and morning dew, Threaten him with eons of frozen silence. A constant call to oil, A perpetual necessity, Leaves him little autonomy. He is an artificial entity. He can no more feel love Than can a stone in the field. His heart is merely A fabrication of gears and cogs, A mechanized life engine lacking only blood. No tears fall on his creaking sockets. No lust burns inside him. His bygone desires are now lost To memories foggy with rust. Unlike the puppet of stories, He will always be a cold metal thing; A tick-tock woodsman. Heavy are his burdens.
II. Leonine Pride
He growls and parades, His head high in arrogance, An air of hubris. Nothing of the coward is Revealed in his fearsome display. His unbound arm strikes; Brave single limbed combat eliciting Fear from ignorant travelers. He claims kingship over the woods Living unchallenged. The scolding is one he cannot bear. Warbling growls catch in his throat, Tears fill his stately brown eyes His courage broken by a waif. This forest bully, More coward than king, Seeks an answer in courage.
III. In Fear of Crows
Wits make not the man, The man makes his wits. He follows a yellow road into the unknown, Reluctant and wary. He needs no brain to feel fear. But in her presence, his doubt falls away. He follows this friend untested This woman-child of the other world, To a place of promises fulfilled. Inside a gemstone palace, A furtive wizard’s abode, Lie answers for all. Three friends he leads, Through battalions of crows And the threat of fire. He needs no brain To feel compassion And love.
