A very short story of a mediocre women. Fiction.

A sonnet I wrote for someone so they could pass English class. It’s about color-changing eyes.

Business owners and website owners alike have different strategies in regards to the naming of their business. Many will opt for the simple solution in describing their main service or product, but that may not always be the best route to follow.

Talks about the joy’s of a more simple life.

What is normal, anyway?

The quality or state of being; moderate ability or value.

Egalitarian or Social Stigma?

This is the roach world, and this poem talks about how we infest what is beautiful…

My Life=Mediocre.

Here’s a little poem/song for you all. Can you find it’s true meaning?