Heaven and hell are no different. Bliss and misery walk hand in hand and talk foot in mouth without perspiring. No guns aimed across camps; the still light of peace imbibing.

A poem of love.

Approximately 3.14159265.

This poem is about how great circles are. Not the crop ones or the stains your coffee cup makes on the table, but the mathmatic ones we never use in everyday life.

As you know this is a poem about Pi in a haiku poem format.

Danger ahead.

A young man asks for advice in solving an age old math equation.

Ever wonder whats the best deal when ordering pizza?

The tightrope a female sleuth walks between femininity, job success, and the bureacracy can be tumultuous. There still exists the idea that specific fields remain the domain of men.