Poem of winter.

From start to finish.

This time we won’t let death win.. .

You hear echos in empty rooms. You hear echos in empy houses. You can even hear echos at night on the beaches and sometimes you like to hear echos to listen to the sound of your voice.

A story using the Phonetic alphabet in a unique style.

Anything is possible in dreams.

I must do what’s best for the world…

N/A.

A short poem I wrote… a bit on the dark side. Its meaning is up to your interpretation.

Haiku. Poetry in haiku form all about life, death, and fame in California. Killer haikus about the hazards, pitfalls, and cursed lives looking for fame around every corner in California.