Short story.

My little fish that I thought that I had caught was gone and this reality vanished with me.

This poem is about the way God moves and shakes our world. God makes things beautiful and communicable for both animals and people.

3/15/2012.

Here is a couplet poem that I have made.

The ocean.

These days are so lovely…

A fishy haiku .

Although we are always a fish, we can be a "big fish" or a "small fish." We can live in a pond or an ocean. What will you rather be a "big fish" with a lot of power in a pond or a "small fish" in an ocean with a lot of possibilities for growth?

Drunken sailors.