Earth’s Hymn.

Story of a king who is slain in battle. His death brings a terrible curse on his realm.

You couldn’t tell the woods from the trees.

Remembering sleding with friends as a child.

A look into the life of an internet chat celebrity, and his connection to his followers.

This was a poem I wrote my Freshman year for an assignment in my English class. We were to write a poem about outdoors. SO I wrote a freestyle about the perfect place that would be an outdoor paradise.

A snowy haiku.

Poetry analysis of the poem “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost.

It was the shot of the day Friday at the Australian Open, and one that made the Tiger Woods of today look ominously like the one of yesterday.

Standing about 280 yards from the green on the par-5 eighth hole at The Lakes, Woods grabbed his 3-wood, flushed it with a slight fade into a brisk breeze and rolled it on to the green. Two putts later, his birdie helped him to a 5-under 67 and a one-stroke lead over Australian veteran Peter O’Malley going into the weekend.

A poem I wrote about a man getting rejected by his Love.