Prosody on the fabric of us in three parts. Part One ` Energy.

Our rainbow rains the blues.

Verse about the world’s most glorious city in which to spend a winter.

A googolplex grains swirling on a beach, leaves me awestruck, at our spot in the picture.

Musings on everything with little resources.

Can a nation so unlucky find love?

Everyone hates America? Right? Wrong! One fella’s mushy letters to a wounded nation – the USA – to show you someone cares.

This Web series will review forgotten books from my library. In fact, all libraries hide glittering diamonds. I realise now, “Triond Jewels,” lie in plain sight. Please accept my, "Diamond Necklace," of reviews of forgotten books.

Alexander was a great mate who went mad, then passed away, several years ago. This dream journey account is dedicated to him.

Just last night I dreamt of my deceased Grandma. We travelled across the parched land.