I won a competition with this story just wondered if you liked it too!

When you need help but no one will listen.

Can you hear what I see?
Can you see what I hear?

Poem about my deafness and what I hear… and what I see.

If you are disabled, confined to a wheel chair, and all your family has died, what is there to live for? I learned the answer along with Maxine.

I needed a pick-me-up.

A poem about a young deaf boy sitting on the side of the road.

Silent words.

Please read and leave comments telling me what you think of my work. It would be very much appreciated.

Stormy haiku.

Reality of divorced families.