As many of you know I have been writing horror stories for along time and have found a way to incorporate horror into poetry,almost like mini stories so to speak. I love writing horror because the human mind will never ceased to be fasinated by the unknown.

Are you among the bloodlines?

The secret which lies within the stone.

A recent inspiration afforded me the opportunity to recognize a dear friend, Deb Mann. She, on countless occasions, has taken it upon herself to “nurture the spirit within” while simultaneously chastising me for a particular component of my personality. With this piece I sought to divulge or disclose a process that often accompanies many personal writing endeavors; and to assure her that I’m okay.

Relationships of the mind, body, soul is feed through the environmental landscapes we live in.

A dark gothic love poem.

I went to the old city park where I used to play as a kid and wrote some poems. This is one of them.

A haiku about rocks.

Possibility and love are birthed in the Earth when we spend time in God’s Glory.

A poem of my intrepid solitude…

An old flame flickers, then goes out.