Emitting sparks of ingenuity,
Wondrous in its function…..

Creative writing.

The water is still

in the Pond.

A profound metaphorical expression.

This time last year, I decided to join my friends, in winter’s sleep, waiting for my skin to flake and escape my hot cadaver, into the chill breezes of fall’s oncoming vortex.

It is important to spend quality time with love ones.

A poem.

The view is so good from here.

The strifes of the 1970’s.