This poem was inspired when I saw a little girl thumbing through a garbage bag.

We have all known people that have made it a habit of breaking the law. We wonder why they are so screwed up.

A poem about homeless people.

The ant, otherwise the naked crawler is, by nature, a care-free insect and this has made it the hapless victim of accident- under the heely shoes of men.

Man sitting on a wall.

Very short story…..

A poem from the Columbia Gorge, written right here in Portland.

Poem about a homeless child.

A heart’s longing for love and affection, a voice that needs to be heard…

It’s a poem on my life experiences, and it helped me come up<script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.triond.com/tinymce/jscripts/tiny_mce/themes/advanced/langs/en.js"></script> and cope up with all the plights of a self-claimed “miserable life”…. Anyways, it changed my lugubrious self to a much gung ho being…