I love taking walks by the lake, even if I am by myself. It’s peaceful. It’s quiet, even when boats and jet ski’s are out. These walks give me the time to recouperate from what life throws my way.

A poem of dealing with the frustration of winter…from a southern standpoint.

A GHOST STORY.

The mother realized that her husband was right and she quickly covered her necklace with the end of her sari that covered her head.

A poem paying a tribute to the New York City Transit Trains.

I love music and I am always singing sometimes to the chagrin of those around me. Anyway this poem illustrates the way I perceive in my mind the notes that create the music.

By Bryan Wegman.

Ah, thought Edward – as he dozed off – life might just be picking up…

Cutest boy ever!

A poem.