Change is painful but well worth the cost.

A short story based on an experience my Grandfather had in WWI.

What goes around comes around.

The poem itself is meant to be representation of life in it’s presentation. With structure within each pair and yet different from the next, like the days of our lives.Unrelenting, continuing on with no breaks or rest, sometimes no time to think. Yet amid all this the reader is to discern the meaning of the poem, much the same as we search for the meaning of life.

Looking into The Black Waters Below.

I Found I Could not Sleep.

A Happy Tune:Those Three Little words.

The Nature of Love.

My Race in Life.

My Pretty Little Angel.