I remember my childhood best friend. Wherever you are, this is for you, I hope you now have the dance that we once dreamed of…

The sequel to The Creation of the Universe [completely fictional]

This is a poem about shooting stars and their legends…

A young girl wakes up to a big surprise.

I wrote this poem to describe a dream I had yesterday.

No one left to screem.

He wasn’’t ready for what he saw. The chopper floor was slick with blood from the wounds of the three men already in the chopper. A medic could be seen attempting to hold things together, but he was failing. And then there was the mutant…