Photograph taken from a balloon, five weeks after the terrible earthquake that struck San Francisco in 1906. From the air shows the devastation caused by the earthquake and subsequent fire to it. The photograph shows the area of ​​Nob Hill Road business district. The Fairmont Hotel in background at left. (Photo courtesy of Harry Myers).

A poem about losing my job at the IRS.

Hard times during a down economy can give many folks few options.

A satirical poem about an oppinionated independant college student and the lazy sister of her boyfriend.

I never knew being jobless could be this hard
Even the sweetest music sounds like raw lard
I keep the couch warm all day
TV is not that great but there is nothing else to do anyway.

What do you do when such a thing happens in your life? Has this ever happened in your life?

A poem about what I enjoy doing.

Since the past few months my life has depended on randomness. If I am randomness, that means randomness is me.

Poem.

Poem.