This is a short poem that I have made about a Spartan’s life.

The feelings of a soldier who receives a letter from an anonymous writer, uplifting his spirits. Many of these are written every day to our warriors to help them in unfamiliar climes. May God bless each and every writer!

Absurd.

One story I worked on during the Autumn of 1981 focused on “The Teachers,” a commune-school group in Wales with an office in London. Although I didn’t end up writing about that group then, I did interview some of their principals in London. My story would have focused specifically on a young child who had been put out into the wilderness alone at night by the group, for some minor misdeed or another. Mine would have been a good story, had I chosen to formally write it up and have it published.

A story about a battle in Egypt.