Jacmel thought Michelle that she can love something, but, Michelle just does not know it yet.

I wrote this in 1991 when I was about 17. I have resisted any temptation to "improve" it. It’s a short poetic story recounting a real event in my life where I realized that I’m just not a killer.

A poem I made during 6th grade.

You seek to do me wrong.

Be it a cardboard box or a sheet for a tent, a child can have that magic place, mine was my bed.

If only we could return to the safety of our childhood.

Childhood memories of summers.

The national parks have replaced the jungles. There are national parks in East Africa and Southern Africa. That is where you can find the big cat, which is the lioness.

Poem that celebrates childhood.

This is the story of my life.