A precious love should be treasured.

Punchlines and wordplay in a flow of rhymes. Part four of a series.

Goodbye to these WV hills.

In these dark times of recession. We all live on a knife’s edge!

What happens when you get angry? Do You hurt yourself by punching something?

London 1900’s.

This is a poem or letter I wrote to my mother for mothers day.

A poem about sibling abuse.

Just the other night I opted to punch the wall rather than my 18 year old son, during an argument. Normally, my fist goes right through the plaster, but this time I hit a stud. ouch!

Bunches of punches poem that can be found performed on youtube.