When asked to describe his mornings, Stanley told his doctor, “It feels kinda’ fuzzy in my brain.” That was a year ago. His annual checkup is this afternoon at 3:00.

A poem about the modelling world.

Do say stop when you've had enough.

A poem about the vagaries of Fate.

The picture perfect image of the last scene where the happy family were strolling in the park began to blur slowly thereby making the image fade slowly into a big blank darkness......

The transgalatic story of a traveler, Tom Victoria, who is on an epic quest to cure the universe of a mysterious plague.

A short take on apocalypse.