Stories

That time from late August to October is special. And so are apples, in their many manifestations.

I put all of my poetry about truth, life, and learning in here. I hope you enjoy your read because i enjoyed writing these poems.

These are some poems I wrote about a time in my life in my mid-teens, that was both painful and scarey for a young boy. I was facing both death and rejection. My grandfather had a lake we would go to and fish. But there were times I would go alone to just think and sort through everything happening in my life. This is my way of saying that if we would just stop and think our way through things, there is no mountain we cannot climb or no goal we cannot reach.

A poetic exploration of this glorious thing called life.

We grow old... We wander and we glance. Here is one moment in time. Remember what is lost and what is found.

short story - what would you do?

Trigger warning - deals with results of sexual childhood abuse.

Sometimes the only option is to cut your strings and see if you can walk on your own...

Well, poetry, in the broadest most mundane sense of the term. How many to come I don't know. I post these things only to remove them later, so who can tell.

After leaving his family home and breaking up with his boyfriend a young man finds himself alone. On Easter morning he watches his neighbors celebrate and regrets his decisions. A neighbor comes to cheer him up.

Haiku are well suited for observations in nature, but their meanings, for me, can be much deeper in their connection to the human spirit. All these poems are observations and outlets for what lays within.