A poem of love from the view point of a sceptical 1980’s teenager.

The cerebrum: the part of your brain that lets you think, reason, and move voluntary muscles.

A poem I wrote that I am very proud of.

There is, actually, a meaning for this poem. I look at it now and wonder why I wrote it, but I always fall back to a deeper meaning inside of it. Do you know what it is?

A short story on the influence we all can have.

This story is about a young girl, being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It is a story about a kidnapping.

NOTE: this is not real.
I’m just making it all up.

A curious boy finds himself running from the unknown.

There are ways in life that cannot change and run in opposite directions.

A poem analyzing and personifying obscurity.

Are you intellectually curious? What does it mean? This was an assignment where almost everyone had different ideas. What is yours?

Possibly myself… Since I do have a pet rock named Ebby. And I have tomato seedlings. I talk to them. And Ebby. I talk to everything.