A short, introspective piece about what I want to be when I grow up.

Some times you just got to sing.

Early Morning Spontaneous-ness… Gotta Love It!

Emotions and temperatures run high in Fernsdale as issues within a group of friends come to the surface.

An exercise in completely sponaneous writing.

A number of my works have been inspired by complicated and often times detrimental relationships with people. Here is one inspired by a sort of odd affection.

Don’t give me stuff about future.

All good things in life are attributable to Love. Love does not hide. It can be seen and felt everywhere. Survival would have become impossible. It is the groundwork of the edifice, nor can hate and malice vanquish or destroy it.

Imitation of Chaucer’s General Prologue.

The show is about to begin.