Don’t grab me and try to hug me or kiss me.

The truth in stories I was wondering about that and you know you always get an answer you don’t want lucky I have poetry.

“To show pity is felt as a sign of contempt because one has clearly ceased to be an object of fear as soon as one is pitied.”- Friedrich Nietzche.

Rural south in US, pure water, fish, trees, river, old men, memories, sun, Indian graves bottom of river.

The fascination never goes away.

A short piece of prose about a male geriatric ward in a hospital.

A writer with writer’s block took a vacation to clear his head .What he came back home with gave him a bestseller.

Who is worthy of deciding when to end a life?

Comical Poetry.