One story after another, all following a similar pattern.

Bad poetry. With drinking! Yay!

I wrote this short story from something that happened to me many years ago. The memory of it is still vivid today. I was not allowed in to watch a college football game because I did not wear green socks.

It is good to listen to the great men and women who have fought for the freedom of all human beings and who also protect the animals. You have to be careful to know where you put your feet so that you are sure not to be excluded. That is why you have to know who you are dealing with.

Every gang of kids has one, our was named Dean.

To feel excluded from the community in which you live is painful and at times difficult to explain, so why not do it in a poem.

Amber, a city girl, is forced to move to a small rural town. Her new classmates, although extremely welcoming, have interests and tendencies that differ considerably from what she is used to in the city. After a social revelation back in the city, Amber has to decide whether she wants to remain friendless in the country or submit to befriending the “hicks”.