A short story about a reputable therapist who meets her match in a troubled young girl.

I speak of the window of my soul.

This parable (told in the form of correspondence) illustrates the ideas of "resource benefaction" and "resource exploitation" from a "human resource" perspective and elucidates the equivalence between the two.

It is best to admit to things when they are wrong.

A beautiful caterpillar that all envy for its perfection, undergoes a transformation and becomes a hideous, brown butterfly. Friends are not always made for the correct reason.

Prosperity is achieved through hard work, unity of purpose, and independence. While performance of charitable deeds is justifiably necessary, freedom of choice cannot be substituted nor suppressed in any shape or form.

Iconoclastic, anti-religious poetry.

Here’s another one from my archive. In it, I speak of a time which I will always long for.

An ever long waging war of manic oppression and suppression within society and oneself.