A bright day I always remember as when we had a picnic together, sharing laughter till dusk…

A poem about a young man with a big heart and a big wall written by a Mother who has been there…

This was written for my best friend.

Thoughts of a sunny afternoon where the past and future seem to be mixed and if things could have been different, why weren’t they? Somewhat poetic but mostly just thoughts.

Anxiety is an awful state of mind. It can make you feel trapped in yourself, your lost dreams. This is a poem that I wrote, that I think explains it perfectly.

The first entry in the online Journal of J.

Just a little scene I’ve written.

The J and B Center seven shop is open for business.

Getting people to visit.

I’ve been unemployed for a whole year now, want to know how life’s been?