When you were no more than a thought,
You were simply just than an egg...
It’s a Grand Day Sir
(Shackleton’s rescue of his crew from the...
why the boo hoo? (haiku)
life made you a clown...
Secrets are kept quiet
Alcohol loosens dry mouths...
Shall we leave it all behind?
Run- just me and you...
One move to the right
The hands of the old clock ticked...
War is a commodity, by which we live
A product we all produce and sell...
Looking out across
these gently rolling hills...
A Boy Called Baby Squirrel
I watched from the corner of my eye...
Master asks the pupils:
“how would one find enlightenment...
There are times in life
Where it throws you a curve ball...
The past has been pressed
within pages, that only unfolds...