Fond memory of heaven in a backyard.

Is this the will of Allah I see before my eyes? Or is this death I fear falling from the skies? Is it martyrdom to take a thousand lives The slaughter of the innocents, our children and wives

Chapters 1-7 He narrowed his eyes as he gazed out from the wall he currently stood on. He was on duty tonight, just like every other night.

A Tall Thai Guide

lion poem

I looked out of the office window and saw the hot air balloon. “Hey look at that hot air balloon,” I said, which met a unanimous silence.

See I got drunk last night like the two nights before; I smiled and sang with my band but my soul was sore. Now it's raining outside and inside my heart, my memory's fried, body falling apart

A poem inspired by those moments in life when you know there must be an Angel by your side