November 13th is national to write love on her arms day and to spread the word I am writing an article on what this is all about!

Clocks have two hands. They both move in the same direction and can never move back.

This poem depicts the questions raised by those close to oness wh suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Inspired by the ideas of Stephen Callender-King.

Stop moving and you’ll be dead. One of the signs of life is its movement.

Feeling scared.

Down with the nerd movement.

Success depends on our endeavor to achieve our goals in life. Our initial failure to attain our objective does not mean that we shouldn’t try again.

A little story set in a rustic shop.

My commute mainly involves the turnpike. I spend a lot of time feeling, hearing, and sensing the road. I can not help but write about it.

A poem about my lack of sleep.