A paintball story, written by myself.

I’m not a soldier of love but more a prisoner of it, how do they say, love is a battlefield and I’m losing both the battle and the war. “All Tied Up” it seems that everything I do only serves to imprison me in love’s sticky web; I’m a fly struggling.

Plane the most introspective and quiet impassioned have to admit that the certain qualification comes.

Some beer with friends, a hike up a steep trail and a butterfly guide.

A poem about letting go and letting God lead.

A small poem written to emphasize the physical and emotional love between a man and a woman. The deliberate skip of rhyme adds a quaint yet unorderly feel to the poem. I hope you enjoy…

Slightly dark.

My poem I wrote, thinking about hell, and the Devil.

Life in the bush is hard, but it can make men saints.