While sitting at home bored at times, I decided to put my cooking skills to the test and learn to make many different types of food.

The funny tales of super Gir.

Ah, the joys of imagination…at least, I hope this is imagination.

A short no-rules poem about realizing your hunger via the senses.

Mr. and Mrs. Yolkobsen actually got out of their cozies, slapped on parkas and mushed down the street for some investigative reporting on the big drug bust at Pizza Gigi. Now, there’s news.

Description of my day.

A simple French menu for a restaurant I thought of.

A poem describing many things I love.

Stu Tyler’s sick of everything. He lives in a hovel with an abhorrence of a human being. With no money, no prospects and no mates, can a chance meeting in a library change his life?

Poem.