Walking on a snowy winter night can be a magical experience as the moon cast shadows on the snow and snowflakes dance like ballerinas through the air. Read more…

FESTIVE CHEER.

A poem that I wrote in remembrance of a day that taught me a lot about life.

A Lamp buried in my backyard? What are the chances… Wonder what mysterious things could be in it. Oil? Money? Genie?!

THIS STORY IS ABOUT AN ORPHAN KID.

My waking reality is the best it can be.

Read at will! kinda sad story.

Off the prompt of Three is a Magical Number. About how if we are God centered in our marriage what starts as three can truly become one.

I think we all, no matter what age we are. Have some memories that are mystical. In this poem I try and capture my childhood memories of a unicorn.

A fantasy poem on the magical lands, creatures and spells.