She looked at me like I was God, and she was an Atheist.
"I ain’t goin’ out no guy got funny shoes" she said, and threw back a double of something clear, then chugged half a beer, then hit a fat blunt and snorting a line then a few eye drops, some nuts, then a handi-wipe across the face, and another swig on the beer.

Punctuality is the thief of time.

One of my Acid (LSD) Trip experiences. Part Of a Series.

A writer’s struggle with himself over the loss of an idea.

A vignette about my brother.

This is a true story of a thief? or not a thief? Judge for yourself after reading the story.

A poem about Stéphane Breitwieser, an infamous art thief, known for his theft of over 200 works of art.

The story of how a seagull stole my chicken.

Just a funny poem for amusing only. Clothes hang for dry, but stolen.
(not really want to catch the thief, but just venting the anger…)

This poem is about the book King of Attolia. The main character in this book fascinates me and I can’t help but to write about him now.