A narrative poem about those lost to us, but near in memory.

My Minds Eye.The cortex lies in the forehead; this is the minds third eye.

Single minded i.

An adult fantasy about what we hope we believe life should be.

A person being shown faces in her minds eye of herself, because this is the only way she would believe that it was God speaking to her about the successes that she has made, and that she is to feel better about herself and look upon herself as a winner.

This is about a person that can see visions, through their imagination, maybe made up by the mind or maybe not, but the person goes forth with it and just accepts and lets it be. Who wants to participate with this skill will and those who don’t won’t.

Historiography as a path to forgetful self respect.

Life last gasps of air as only half a man can.

This is simply about things I love in this wonderful world and a way for me to have them all there for me when I need to remember.