A special place for the month of March.

A sign of sacrifice and love for family. Inspired by the stories of the "Emperor Penguins" and the "March of the Penguins."

This poem is about the trayvon martin case and its racial undertones. How we should all be one people.

Witty haiku about the end of winter day.

The morning is earlier now. We long for summer in spring, especially in North America. The birds are up there cracking the balconies.

Jack Frost is unhappy with the changing climate.

Blank expressionless emotionless colourless give aways.

Painful scars are all that we have left.

The idea for this horror poem came to me while standing in the rain waiting for the city bus to arrive. It took me all day to write.

Who knows when?