These are delicate thoughts prompted and written in ACROSTICS about the good poetess and poet I have come across with. I believe, like opinions, POVs are entitled to oneself.

"My Mama hates me. She's jealous of me. She hates me. She hates me." Read at your own caution. This is a dark story.

Rainy days - in which inspiration is great, so I write.

Everything we hold dear will sooner or later turn to ash.

A journey into the world of magical creatures through the eyes of a small boy.

A story about not giving up gone wrong.