Being a history and genealogy buff I often have found myself wandering around old cemeteries and pondering the lives of the people buried there, the times they lived in and what life may have been like for them, who they were. The epitaphs on many of these old grave stones can really whet the imagination. Read more…

This is a dedication piece to a much loved family member who is no longer with us…you are missed.

Being scared to sleep because you keep re-living a traumatic past experience.

I heard an associate of a relation died. I wrote this.

What people think about heaven.

Jean Stevens kept her dead husband and twin sister in her home after having them dug up from their graves. She doesn’t mind telling about what happened and how she took care of their corpses, her deceased husband for 10 years and her sister not quiet a year. She becomes vague when questioned about who dug them up and placed them in her home. Jean said, "When you put them in the ground, that’s goodbye. In this way I could touch them and talk to them."

I little sick and twisted, but I believe writing is the opportunity and privilege to get in to another mind, like for an example a detective first on the scene of a murder, and maybe how he would journal his experience on the job in the best words he sees fit. I tried to get in to his mind, and I hope you like it.

When a person dies sometimes they go in limbo, waiting to leave. They wait to see their loved ones are happy. They wait so they can make a name for themself or to see if they did. But the deceased are loved no matter where they go.

Some people post articles saying he is dead, this is not true.

Poem about the passing of a kind, wonderful woman.