The dream is a little different every time. But it’s always about a plane that fails to take off. Albert has a vague idea about what it all means and knows he gets the dream again and again because he constantly fails to act on the information it brings. This time it has got to be different, hasn’t it?

Poem – of reflection.

Drunkenness.

Air Bags And Car Crashes.

No husband or wife is required to sit idly by while a mate tactlessly offends them or others through destructive habits of annoying behaviors. There are times when offensive behaviors as well as mistakes should be pointed out, and you may be the only person who cares enough to do this.

More of Colonel Jack’s Microfiction; Stories in less than 160 Characters.

Short poem about how We really talk to God.

A script I wrote about that scene.

A poem I wrote at twenty one.

What is a day in your life worth? Is Jesus part, none or all of it?