Pyo? No This time I’m a chicken.

A poem inspired by the picture.

Owning your very own island is a dream come true.

[web comic] Doxycycline–It’s not what it sounds like…

Poetry.

Why does it have to come around each year?

It is a pleasure to be in the ponds with the ducks. They are always noisy and entertaining, especially if the person is interested in photographing them.

Amusing poem about a flooded basement.

Too intense desire, excessive greed, let people in cities live more fortune bitter. Let people admire leisurely seem increasingly far…

This piece is based on tales written by my dear friend Ken Bultman, from his "Why Alligators Hate Ducks" series. Consisting of ten quatrains in iambic pentameter – or at least my attempt at it. *winks*