Research has found this to be true, so we all need to chew on a stick of celery.

This is a 15-minute short story I wrote before going to sleep last night. Comments and violent reactions are more than welcome. I apologize ahead for the flaws. Thanks for dropping by!

A Carveresque short story.

I saw a friend today, one not seen for twenty years.

A poem about some days of fear and anxiety.

It is my belief that the meaning of all works of art are subject to individuality. While I would love to tell you what my intentions are with each work I do, it means more to me that my pieces make an impact on you. Even uncertainty is a process of thought which can lead to discovery. Thanks, A.N.Trani.

19-line free verse.

An ode to the man who has no memory, who can escape feeling the pain or hurt of the past. But without memory, can a person call his life a life?

Most of us have either experienced someone with alzheimer’s or know someone who has. It’s a horrible disease for the loved ones that are forced to watch the one they love be consumed with this disease. I have written this in memory of a good friend and will never forget the day I went to visit the family.. he sat at the kitchen table with us and was coloring in his book.

This is a story about a Tommy, a young 40 year old man, who needs to find what had happened to him before he lost his memory.