Happy poem about engagement, acceptance.

Christmas Eve is the night which is very calm. You spend a night with family. You share a log and some champagne.

Do you know how to swim?

They say about “fools rushing in” – was I in danger of becoming one of those fools?

White wine for the lady.

A Little Bit of Flash Fiction.

My constant craving for alcohol can only be controlled through memories of how hard it is to stay clean. I haven’t had alcohol for seven years now. If I touch it, I might metaphorically and literally go to hell.

Poetry..

The artist and the model.

Micro fiction short short story.