Poem.

Story about a killer in a closet.

What’s that in the shadows with gnarling, gnashing teeth?

Another poem written in my senior year. Wish I could write like this again.

Worldly status is no guarantee for eternal life.Our self righteousness tends to mask our actual spiritual identity which is exposed only at the end of Time.

Amusing poem about a monster named Fred.

A poem suggesting that if people tended their own affairs, they wouldn’t have time to dabble in the affairs of others.

I broke up with my closet.

Just me reflecting on life.

You can’t hide things in the closet forever.