A friend once gave me a black and white photo of a merry go round horse.
He asked me to write a poem to compliment his picture and this is the result.

What happens to a man when he’s caught up in obsessive love.

Caught in a never ending cycle of sin until Christ steps in.

This is a literary analysis of Jane Urquhart’s short story "Merry-Go-Round".

Cycling is such a great and cheap exercise that it is not been used by many who deserve to use it.

Just a few random thoughts on life…

The final word really does speak the loudest.

Ceiling fan…

Life flows and undulates, and knowledge comes to those who wait. Storms come and pass but we will last.

Love has many faces… Love has many meanings… Each has different response to it…