For those who are victims of fire.

Witty poem about the sad demise of the mouse in the house.

A ruined dream is a home of ruins.

He seemed not at his wits’ end ….

Surfing the internet isn’t bad, unless it takes you away from the things that should get done.

A whimsical lament in poetry form about the time consuming game of on-line earning.

A bed in the bedroom etc,

A poem about a house a man named Philip built.

This is a poem about feeling like no where you go is home.

Fun fact: My first memory ever was this odd nightmare/dream.