views of winter and other poems

A very short, slightly humorous misadventure involving a remote-controlled ceiling fan, a dining room table with a footstool on top, a screwdriver, and someone who struggles with self-esteem when it comes to DIY projects. And aside from temporary emotional scarring, no-one was injured during the ensuing chaos.

Id rather be All by myself. Talking Who hears me well.. Communicate Precisely The way I… feel I’d rather talk to myself All Day Long Then the Chattering of the crowd The need to entertain The ache For recognition And…… The universal need to be liked Id rather be my own Very best friend Comfortable In my skin Who understands me Explicitly Then be in a “Dead man walken” crowd

The story of a bus driver in Bangalore, India

Three Poems About A Special Person

My latest poem that came to me in the middle of the night.

14 year old name Lizzy lost her member in a accident will she get her member back or run away from stress will she trust anybody or leave everything behind and start over.

The cover is a picture my sister Bailey. Oh, man!