A poem.

Vilna Gaon at the age of three was able to recite the whole Hebrew Bible.

This story is fiction, but based on a day I had when I was little. It is extactly like that day, but I just filled in the foggy parts of my memory. I hope you like this story:D.

Do not enter unto their realm.

This is a heartwarming child hood story of a tree that used to be the icon of a boy and his friend.

A short story poem about a civil war haunting from my book Hauntings In My Head – A Collection of Ghostly Southern Poetry by Angela L Burke.

Poem about an oak tree teaching alot about life,to a very young boy….

After many years and many memories, the oak tree in my father’s front yard fell.

One mile from where the pavement ends stands the old homestead where my painful tale begins.

Just more reflection..