A short poem about love and broken promises.

Falling….
Down….
Faster and faster I go
No one to catch me.

A short poem about despair.

A short story about the murder of a husband.

A short poem about shadows and regrets.

The cerebrum: the part of your brain that lets you think, reason, and move voluntary muscles.

A poem I wrote that I am very proud of.

There is, actually, a meaning for this poem. I look at it now and wonder why I wrote it, but I always fall back to a deeper meaning inside of it. Do you know what it is?

Short story.

How triond works.

After recent ga ga reports about an alleged celebrity hermaphrodite surfaced, I thought about my own views on this taboo topic.

No one should lie or cheat. It only brings pain to other people.