This is a poem I wrote when I was actually quite happy, which explains why it ends on a good note. I wanted to express what I have always felt at night, as I have been afraid of the dark since I was old enough to know what fear was (don't tell anyone.) It's short, but I I hope that it conveys my message.

Today was my grandfather's birthday. He would have been 94, and knowing him, still enjoying life to its fullest. After hearing one of his favorite songs on the radio, my mind drifted back to a conversation we had just before Alzheimer's took control of that dear, sweet man. Come sit with me by the old swimming hole, as I revisit that summer of 1997 in this soliloquy, of sorts.

A short story about an 8-year-old boy with a bad case of monsters-in-the-closet.

A friend of mine once wrote of her struggles of her life with her step-mother. This got me thinking and eventually led to me writing about the emotional and physical pain that my own mother brought to me. (These are true stories by the way.)

An epic tale of adventure that features Aaricia; a young woman having being betrayed by a loved one, lost her family and her home, must find a way to raise an elite army to help reclaim all she’s lost.

Writing poems on nature and love always helped me to feel at peace. Nature is the dominating factor of love life and it always add the much needed charm to love.

This poem is from the point of view of a young boy. he is writing a poem about his older, best friend.

instead of my last book, this one im sure will be more happier to read

Natural disasters are no laughing matter, but sometimes when we look back, we can find a glimmer of humor that makes the memory a little easier to take.