Poem.

English sonnet.

Poem of winter.

So cold outside. Stay inside wrapped in a blanket. And there I sit with a blanket protecting me from the outside world of coldness and fear.

Dreams can be spectacular.

A morning in the fog – reveling in it.

A short story about a blanket.

Dreaming and swinging.

A short story I wrote for my son who doesn’t like to go to bed at night.

A love poem.