Written upon the death of my father-in-law.

One night I dreamt that I went to heaven.

This piece, for me, highlights the unpredictable happenings of everyday life.

I like writing even when it makes no sense, I like thinking even when my thoughts are like wispy clouds blowing in the wind, I like to question even when I get no answer, I like to laugh regardless.

My vision of Heaven.

What is it really like when we go to meet our maker?

A narrative poem exploring a fictitious character at the pearly gates.

Can’t you see the being that you see.