That magical day when halfway there becomes almost there.

For my beloved on this day of tribute.

There is no other way, but I do not want to go.

That gut wrenching moment when you know it is over.

No matter your age, its never too late to have a happy childhood.

I stuffed every one I could think of into this……

Written for my 500th Twitter follower, who happens to be an articulate house fly.

A Ghazal about tempting Fate.

Happy Halloween.

A Villanelle on what is important.