Just a poem to get the creative juices flowing into my skull from my past to present in abstract.

A short story about a foreigner in Netherlands. About missing something in our hometown and the feeling of it.

A poem uncovering the beauty of my own home town

A child’s thankfullness and pondering thoughts.

Thoughts of sadness and reflection cross my mind after the death of one of my childrens friends. He was taken way to soon and by the hands of another.

Living with a single mother and moving a lot leads to an interesting story. Here is a short essay about moving to and growing up in a small town, and then coming to realize an appreciation for it.

A song I wrote about my hometown. In estonian.

It is a short testimony of our past lives with my family and I.

A poem about the heroes in our everyday lives.

Going home is a tradition…is it funny?
Every year there’s going home tradition.
Where we live or where we stay
We have to return to the place of birth parents.