Dear Toilet Bowl,

A boy and his father compared in time to the Dust Bowl.

A poem written during my high school days. Misunderstood and alone. Thank the Goddess I grew out of that quickly!

Humorous poem about a crack in the bowl that keeps getting larger.

A story which I heard, for sharing.

Last night I found myself hungry while watching a late night horror flick.

A Toot! Toot! poem on clay pots.

For any of you who have heard "I’ll Never Smoke Weed With Willie Again" by Toby Keith…this is my answer, to my own Smoking Friend…same tune, different words.

Haiku.

True love is sustainable, as long as it is based on truth, faith and loyalty. There are those that might doubt its endurance and veracity, particularly when, they are faced with a separation or divorce, which proves that it truly hasn’t matured as well as it should. On the other hand, there are those who love without any strings attached, and, albeit the obstacles, the foundation on which love is based, remains unshaken.