A poem I once called "When Dead Flowers Blossom"

Eyes are the windows.

A poem about self punishment and self hate. It fuels our lives many times. Is there hope?

Poem about self flagellation.

Late at night sometimes I get wistful, this is one of those moments.

Song Lyrics about everyone’s favorite phobia.

Hero Dave finds himself in a very realistic dream, back in the old “school street” where he was brought up as a child. Luckily some of his friends are with him. The place is deserted so he can explain something of what is going on. The discussion continues…

A story I wrote in 2007.

Fear of the self. The self is a reflection of the truth which, ironically, is what the writer is afraid of facing.

The mirrors are great tools that just show what they see; exactly as is; even if people tend to blame it on them for wrong images!