With all these storms and winds we have been having lately, I am thinking of the poor souls who have had their homes and lands flooded by dirty water.

A poem for a gloomy morning – One small glimmer of hope from a lonesome poppy.

Ugly realities.

This is a poem about wanting someone, but you can’t have them because they are with someone else.

Something for young lovers not sure of mutual commitment. Particularly to those of us who have known depression.

Life’s troubles can be unbearable but there are little ones about which we may complain, particularly when they appear and soon disappear. Now and then, we tend to become overly-anxious and worry too much, when such troubles are considered to be trifling.

A woman is just the way a man chooses to look at her.

Every man needs a supportive woman behind him.

Working as a telemarketer is tough. Be nice to us, we can make your life hell.

Horror.