A bearded man with glasses smiling and pointing his finger, wearing a blue robe with gold accents and a pendant necklace, seated at a table with a mug, with a sci-fi cityscape visible through the window in the background.

Hello. This is the sometimes embarrassing archive of what I’ve been scribbling away at for years. I don’t know if I’ll be able to complete these projects or not, so here they are. The Rhymes and Scribbles are completely enter at your own risk. If you enjoy a read here, you may buymeacoffee.

It’s been decades since I’ve rewritten or reviewed some of this, so please know that these projects are remembrances of previous versions of myself, which are obsolete.

Yes, I have used AI images, because I was broke for what seemed a thousand years. I intend to hire proper human artists to the extent that I can moving forward. Yes, including the ridiculous AI selfie to the left.

Rhymes

Well, these rhyme…. Usually. Some of these I woke up with, and wrote down as fast as I could. Others just kind of wrote themselves.

A page from a book or poem titled 'O Captain! My Captain!' by Walt Whitman, containing the text of the poem.