Sometimes there is no way out of the situation you are in.

Sometimes you can’t avoid a situation.

Some people go out with a bang.

Free verse philosophical poem.

Doorine. My mothers name…

The 2nd short I wrote in the series “Hush”.

Death draws the curtain on us all.

This is another one about the band…it’s about some alters and partly about something in my horror novel.

A truly puzzling poem that entangles you with a unknown reality.

Suzuki’s message was a hidden prelude to what was in the offing. The purpose of the enigmatic letter, promising salvation, seemed too good to be true and there were those that felt that it was weighty enough to indicate that, perhaps, the smuggling of weapons into Burma might be a distinct possibility, short of war, about which nobody could even hazard a guess so far.