Do you know what it means when you invite someone to your house and the person says, "I’ll be there with bells on"?

The love letter continues. Love Letter to God – Four.

To those who left me and whom I left__toujours, Jenny.

Here is a holiday verse with a ring to it. I hope the holidays have and will be good for you whether you celebrate Christmas or not. There are so many holidays this time of year starting with Harvest ones of thanks and through other Religious and Secular ones. I wish you all the best!

Obsessions are tough to break.

Very Short Story. People watching.

Dark poetry about that which scares most of us – death! It’s only as scary as the monsters of childish fantasy.

A poem about a man who cheats on his better half.

My father died after ten years of Alzheimers. In the end he did not know me or my mother. But as an organist and accomplished musician, he could and did play the piano right up until the week before his death. He always played the Carillon bells every Christmas and New Years Eve for many years, hence the last lines of this poem, which I wrote shortly before his death.

You can often fare better off somebody’s ignorance.