"Mara" means bitter. She was bitter about life, and depressed about living. But it was not easy to think of a solution when one has a weakened constitution. "Mara" is a name of sadness and depression.

This story is about a rock monster. He’s a pretty good guy, but no-one else thinks so. So what’s he going do? Well let me begin…

Description of winter.

Isnt Life Wondrous?

A poem about growth and how we sometimes grow through adversity.

This is a poem about a blender, cutter and shredder.

What life is.

Even the sea weeps over the broken.

I went to the old city park where I used to play as a kid and wrote some poems. This is one of them.

A haiku about rocks.