I wrote this poem in 1987 during the time of the Ethiopian famine. Last year I changed a couple lines, and this is my updated version. When I first wrote this poem I was only 18 years old and hadn't had children yet. Now after nursing 7 children, I realize the mother in the poem was also dying because she didn't have...
I was working as a security guard sitting in my when an office lady across from came up and commented "someone should invent laryngitis spray because her coworker was getting on her nerves. I said I'll write a poem about that, and I showed it to her in less than an hour. It put her in a good mood for the rest of the...
He finally found the one. The one that he had given up on finding at such an early age, he finally found the person who could complete him. Now he just had to make sure he could keep her safe. He had found her in the worst possible place: right in the middle of a case. "By the way," his partner pulled him out of his...
Earth is different from how you and I see it now. Now it is a world full of races intermixed with the birds that fly overhead. The world has been at war for some time. While the Sovap warriors fight against the Neveroth, the only place that is somewhat safe from it is little Livia. Atia and her brother, Lucius, live t...
"You're bruised," the boy came up to him slowly. His calculated demeanor melted as he walked and for once, Jett saw the eighteen-year-old behind the princely mask he always hid behind. "It'll heal," he assured him. "You look a bit beat yourself." "I took it too far," he gently held his arm where the bruise was. Every...