I wrote this poem on a trip to Ottawa, and it quickly became one of my favourites. This poem is from personal experience.

This is a short poem about those who couldn’t make it on there own, the homeless. They have no where to go. They can’t find work. They’ve lost in the game of life.

Unless each of you feeds us.

A Short Story about a boy’s life in the Holocaust *NOTE* Much of the info concerning the Holocaust is inaccurate in the story. I plan in the future to rewrite more accurately and improve the actual storyline. This was written purely for entertainment purposes. His father being shot at the end is a reference to the Virginia Tech shootings and the heroic actions of a holocaust survivor to save his students which happened just before this story was written.

A poem that you will enjoy to the soul.

Trouble with the government. Can’t work, but can’t get what you are due. In the meantime how do you survive?

On the other hand would it not be a great idea to conserve this now rare creature.