The Sovereign of Streets I’ve never met man, high or low, With a heart like the cities I know. The heat of a Thai village breeze, The scent of the jungle and trees, Is a love that I’ll never let go. I dream of the Athens night air, With the dust and the ghosts in my hair. The sunrise in Siem Reap was gold, A story that never gets old, A passion no husband could share. I earn in the green of the West, Though the exchange is a bitter-pill test. With the dollar so low, And the

"While the administrative wheels of Zonklast Studios are still grinding through the Dutch system, the creative wheels are already at full speed. Collaborating with George Tounas is the exact kind of high-caliber European partnership I envisioned when I applied for my DAFT visa. Onward to the set." ~SunnyJ

One day, there’s a boat on the line, A hull that is sturdy and mine. To sail through the wind and the foam, In a land that I’ve dared to call home, Where the future and water entwine.

The clogs are a charming display, In a storefront along the doorway. But those shoes, they don't bend, To a nomad, my friend, They pinch every toe in their way.

A short prose section on the psychological cost of settling down in a country that runs on spreadsheets

They banned every rocket and flare, "Professionals only" they’d swear. But from dusk until dawn, The rebellion was on, With gunsmoke and salt in the air.

I lift it gently, leaf of flame, Its veins still whisper summer’s name. Yet in its gold, a promise clear The color season’s crown is here.

Not for gold, nor fleeting fame, But joy in simple things I claim. A charm of earth, both small and true End of summer, hope renewed.

But striding in with louder cheer, Chicken & Waffles draw us near. Crunch and syrup, spice and sweet, A carnival of clash complete.

I kneel to watch their silent play, A kingdom hidden from the day. Each stem a story, soft and true, Mushrooms whisper what forests knew.

So raise your fork, oh breakfast knight, For waffles win the morning fight. Their secret lies in pockets deep Where treasures of the table sleep.

Along the painted walls so bright, Where colors dance in morning light, A secret hops where no one sees A sticker frog in subtle tease.

Summer Love on the wings of Lady Bugs

Whispered soft on sunlit breeze, Butterfly kisses drift with ease, Summer's gentle, fleeting art, Touching hearts and leaving sparks In...