Alice ran after it and was just in time to see it pop down a rabbit hole. Down, down, she went after it, falling so slowly that she had time to notice everything.

(short limerick) It’s about a white rabbit not Trix the rabbit, but he likes the same treats. The only difference is this one succeeds at getting them.

This is a poem about my best friend, I have written also a short story about it not yet published,is because I keep losing the track of time so when she is around always wakes me up.

I like her choice of reading material.

Just thoughts on the writing process, the mental process of it and the drive of it to take control of our lives in search of that one perfect piece that will make us undoubtedly famous in some sort and be our legacy.

A very lofty introduction I once wrote to a longer work, but still one of my favorite pieces.

A little ditty in the Welsh poetic form: Clogyrnach.