A Mother’s day poem.

A poem dedicated to the hunk I love.

Another poem.

Haiku.

Hold me evermore in your sweet warmth…

In memory of my friend Chet: 1934-2007.

I wanted to be a part of you, to be one with you. A need that consumes my very existence. Your presence haunts me so.

“For every blow of the wind in the wilderness is the pain that flourish brought by the weakness”. This is quotation that serves as a living proof that maturity does increase responsibilities.

In memory of Kurt Vonnegut.

The ransom of lunatics is paying us off.