Who I write for

You are who I write for,

who I think of,

who I compare to,

when I write.

 

You are the audience,

the critic,

and the protagonist

in my stories.

 

You are found,

when meaning is buried,

and when truth

is elusive.

 

You are my thoughts epiphany,

the kiss in my passion,

the seducation in my eyes,

and the guilt in my stomach.

 

You are the ink in my pen,

the keys on my keyboard,

and the punctuation

in my grammar.

 

You are the author,

the director,

the producer,

and I am the actor

 

playing your part.

London Ale

The beer flows,
in this town,
more than
I’ve ever known.

A pint will buy,
more friends than
any stature or money
you may find.

It is who you know,
not who you are;
what you become,
depends on who you meet.

This network,
an exclusive club,
open to all
that buy the first round.

Work is done by raising a glass,
not by raising hell on your staff;
cheers to that! I say,
here’s to another round.