The view from my rear garden in spring.

A chance for some to review their knowledge of Newfoundland lingo. Here, Uncle Hiram, a lovable old timer in a small outport, tells a yarn about when he was a young fella.

This is a poem I wrote for my Dad…

Story.

A poem about me trying to be big about being lonely on a Friday night…

Poem I wrote Because I was Bored.

Book.

Left in abandon, nature takes me into her womb to give me a rebirth.

Love/romance poetry.

Meadow is the name of a calf was first in the world who use the two rear legs can return false to run normally. Meadow leg amputated because of both his toenails had frostbite (rot due to the rigidity of ice).