Father never die.

Should continue to remain traveled.

The life cycle of air.

Life to death.

An essay by E.B. White about his childhood memory of a summer lake trip, and how he shares it with his son.

Poem inspired by picture of a standing stone, location: Angus, Scotland.

I had mastered the art of living day to day, for the future, I mean the ultimate future, I had already known when I was 12 years old watching the flames rising from the funeral pyre…

Childhood is a precious stage of life.

The vulnerability of man and his ideals.

A poem about life, in it’s different format.