It was remarkably hot yesterday hence this piece.

Thinking of my life and times.

A fresh new beginning is best, if what we’ve created fails.

Is flooding a curse or blessings?

This poem is about feeling used and abandoned.

Sometimes, people corner us and think they have us defeated because we are generally meek and mild-mannered. More often than not, we will use that opportunity to unleash everything on them that we had been trying (in our attempts to be polite) to hold back.

Things became incredibly tough.

What goes in MUST come out.

Sometimes freak storms hit in the desert and wipe out everything in sight. It is eerie and scary to whitness first hand…

River levees are artificially raised river beds constructed to reduce flooding along river banks. But they come with their own set of probems which must be continually fixed to keep them operating efficiently.