A short story about unrequited love, leukemia, curls, and a cobalt jacket.

To remember her by when I’m old.

Haiku.

A fairly fine fairy tale set in the festive town of Ferry Tails about a girl named Pinkicurlz.

Little girls dream of big worlds.

Describing oneself can be a bit trying. However, depicting a particular feature can be so much more fun than taking a personality apart. Although the eyes are the windows to one’s soul, our hair can represent the person we are or wish we could be.

This short poem is about the way a man sees his lover’s hair.

A poem for my cousins Daughter Little Lucy!

A limerick with a taste of fun.

For my daughter Natasha.