A broken smile is not in the same league as a genuine one.

A short poem about history mimicking itself into the future in the form of dreams, visions, and intuitions.

A knock on the door, a baby bird, an angelic dog and cat, and ice cream launched me into years of incomparable ventures…

Do not try and mimic me, I am the original.

A poem about moving on.

About the prevalence of plagiarism and mimicking of another’s talent, intellectual property, and ideas.

A professor of mine challenged the class to, within ten minutes, write a piece about Valentines Day from the perspective of one’s shadow.

A short skit of a mime doing his laundry. Get a friend or two and try it out.

You’ve colored your face green with haste and severed everything beneath your rays.