Guns and butter on a Tuesday.

A poem about the tax experience sensation.

Ever sit back and just think about nothing and then suddenly you’re back in the bleachers at High School? Like how did that come up?

Why it is difficult getting results.

Life After Vietnam.

The poet writes another religiously backed poem. About the recent Oil Spill off the U.S.A.’s coastal waters.

A satiric poem about tax day.

I learned to identify bird’s calls, animal grunts and read signs left by animals. I discovered the intricacies and techniques involved in planting vegetables and flowers..Though older, I noticed that Uncle Sam is just as lively as ever. Maybe the hard work and the clean air in the countryside contributed to his glowing health.

It’s a saying.

Back In Iraq.