Our Founding Fathers proposed that liberty could only be gained, not inherited, and it looks like we may have to grab it again!

A "what if" senryu.

Sometimes, I feel like I don’t know how to write anymore. I feel useless, like a piece of wrinkly paper being tossed knowing I am no longer needed.

New life flows when God is in the atmosphere.

More thoughts of my loved one.

There is always a small window of opportunity.

A frolic through fantasy and fairytale fusion. poetically presented and then with factual formulation, the sad reality is recognized and dealt with.

You should commit to your partner.

Someone experiencing a good day.

This poem was written when I was still searching for The real me.