This is a poem about a hopeful Roulette Player.

A cruise to nowhere makes gamblers feel despondent but some say that it was only for fun while others think it would make them feel better if they had won.

And lost billions.

Poem about a person with a gambling problem.

We travelled on a Fun Tours bus to go gambling at a casino in Harrington, DE, but on our way back to Norfolk, VA, we had to temporarily abort our trip as we approached the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel, because of a storm had arisen with lightning and high winds.

This is a poem I’ve written for a college writing class. It’s a introspective view of the happenings at a pool hall written in the first person. Hope you enjoy.

(fiction)

The conclusion of the Stone City Street Saga; Three-Toed Pete’s Greed keeps him in "The Game" until THE END…

Poem about my mate and myself who have been mates for 35 years.

A Small Epic Poem About The Virtues of Two Con Artists… and the Vices of the Intended Victim of their Scam. An outsider’s Inside Look at the old "Pigeon Drop".