Kid story.

Red fox prowling on a late-autumn morning farm.

In my heritage we firmly believe that the Raven is the keeper of the soul.

I know they can be pests but I still find them beautiful.

One evening a father with his son who just graduated from higher education sat chatting in the courtyard watching the atmosphere around them. Suddenly a crow perched on a tree branch. The father and pointed to the crow as he asked, "Son, what it is?" "The crow", replied the boy.

So this is ‘The Crow’ fan fiction. I wrote this back in October of 2009 and I decided to keep it as I wrote it, with only correcting some typos and spelling. This was and still is my way to honor James O’Barr the creator of the original, which changed my life and in memory of Brandon Lee who continues to change my life.

A poem.

This is a poem I wrote awhile back.

Lunch with a Goddess, or maybe not.

Nature is not the name of a few secrets
you and your senses are so proud of
All that you perceive is not even a glimpse
Of what the Universe holds for you in her fold!