A Time Traveler's Pocket Diary

About the Book

Time Traveler’s

Time travel in rhyme, in the blind with no stop signs

With every pitch, yaw and roll, there you go

To the rhythm of the beat, every day of the week is quite unique. Is this what you seek?

There’s a parallaxed world with tidal waves and typhoons that swirl

Could this be fate’s final destiny or do you seek righteous testimony?

Why wait for death’s last breath?

Pull the diary out of your pocket. Strap in. There’s no telling where or when your journey will begin. It will never, ever end,...

Pocket Diary

About the Author

Around and About the Author Like Blade, has a great allergic reaction to garlic, be it organic or scientifically manufactured Loves spaghetti but, has yet acquired a taste for store bought tomato paste Longs for the sea but, please dispense with the salt. Like the visitors on Alien Nation it will quickly bring life to a screeching halt Hates racism for it is truly not sublime. Like on District 9 it doesn’t even work with close encounters of the third kind Loves the story well told about Battlefield Earth. To the ex-wife the transmission echoes the tale of gaining all of the gold but, with no life to live, much less, the pocket change with which to grow old Lives for serving up old cold plates of revenge. Like in the Wrath of Khan, some say, genetically speaking, that Ricardo Montalban is part Klingon or, so it would seem for both love to hear, in the void of space, their combatants, ever so profusely, scream! Greatly relieved not to worry about L. A.’s greater metropolitan rush hour. Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker make the memories humorous and much less dower Given a telescope, a microscope, a star chart and, a row boat, guarantees good times in fun places, as we ever so boldly go