A poem I wrote about a girl.

Some people truly do take what does not belong to them, may they get their due.

Humorous poem about the snorer named Lenore.

As I sat wishing for a happening suddenly I heard some rapping!

A poem.

A short story concerning a dying detective, his son, a chess player and a murder.

Beautiful madness, “Po’s” musings, nightmarish, ghastly fantasies, soulful memories linger, intolerant children, watching women cry.

Cold knowledge penetrated a solders skin one by one shots fire where roads end.
Faded images of coffins of stone advertising a solders new home.

Haunted by continual mystery calls, a man accuses his wife of having an affair. The telephone company and police cannot find the culprit! His life "rapidly" gets worse and becomes unbearable.

About the seven deadly sins. Do you know right from wrong?