When it is time to press the reset button and start a new.

How new bosses causes trouble.

Written after a friend’s poem got eaten by a chat program… it got sent but never received and the writer could never quite remember the wording of her poem.

A snake in the grass is always better found sooner rather than later, no matter how sore the betrayal may seem.

A Haiku about my trash can.

We can see things one way, while others can see them a completely different way. It is how we perceive them. By Simonne Liberty.

Poem.

A story I wrote about how raccoons developed bandit eyes for my religion class.

Dog with trash can lid on head.

Bills are bad enough but some mail you just don’t want.