[poem] A couple of years ago on Saint Patrick’s Day, two of my children decided to set a trap for a leprechaun using fools gold and a jar. They set the trap quietly in some unknown location and waited for the unsuspecting leprechaun. When they checked the jar some time later, they found the fools gold intact and no leprechaun to be seen, but there was a tiny note written in green ink left behind for the unsuccessful captors. Here, as best as I can remember, was the poem written to my children:

When I work with people they make me to kiss silence even though I’m right and this knocks me dead.

Limerick.

A short short story of a serial killer who asks us, "Have you ever wanted to die?

Song I wrote.

A family affair.

A family affair.

Story.

Poem about heaven’s angels.

There are many jewels that adorn a crown. One however becomes the center of attention because of its preciousness.