Pangs of Love.

This is a short story, poem, or article…not sure how to classify I wrote in honor of both my Scottish and Native American heritage. It is a vision quest type storyline.

A poem about surrender.

An original poem by Aubrey Lambach. Dedicated to my Uncle Mark, one of the stongest men I have ever known.

This is what I’ve learned over the years..

The way some people love.

This poem was originally written in the blank spaces in between the multiple choice questions on a high school Psychology test one sad afternoon when a boy who dreamt of writing was forced to learn about such subjects as the Fundamental Attribution Error.

A short essay I had to write in school that I thought was pretty good.

One can never judge a book by its cover…one can never know the reality of a person by just looking at his face…"the day the clown cried" is my way of expressing this fact.

The distance may already be traveled.