Wren waits outside of Mary and Greg’s antique shop for the thief, Micky. She then finds out a shocking clue to an even more shocking mystery.

This poem is a testimonial of how I used to feel about myself, before discovering myself.

This poem was written around the word “map”. It is somewhat about its history, but also kind of a narrative about maps and their development.

A science-fiction short story detailing the perils of betrayal.

Original Poetry 2002

This one of my earliest documented works that I recently discovered crammed in the back of an old notebook…

It’s hard for most people, to know and admit their flaws, but not for me, and that’s what this poem is about.

Every bad element has
something
good
in it.

This poem describes the questions we are constantly asking ourselves in our mind everyday.

Buried treasure.

His treasure was hidden in his backyard all along!