Some days.... I am chaos, I am order

Road.

This belongs to the person it was written for and then to me.

These roots enfold us, As loving arms embrace us.

A poem from when I was much younger

Split Column poem. the poem is color coded Gold for Hope and Black for Fear. White for the ending reality. You can read it as a whole or you can read it as two poems that mesh together. the gold se...

A split column exercise. color coded. Red for the dream of a kingdom, blue for the lover's dream. purple for both

A monologue from the perspective of a mad man or an actual time traveler. Who's to say?

6 short stories. The outcome of a writing exercise using 1 word prompts. All characters belong to me.