Just simply essays on what's been weighing on my mind as of late. First chapter: Fahrenheit 9/11

My argument for a Canadian-style Health Care plan.

What rights are the detainees entitled to? My Rogerian argument opposing the current set up.

A look into the mindset of the people who play stringed instruments in the orchestra.

Musings on the fourth of July. Not really about our country per se but about growing up, realizing you're not immortal.

A whimper of someone on the edge.

Where are the weapons of mass destruction, George? Has everyone already forgotten? Tone similar to Dialogue between Concerned American and Mr. President.

Read the title. The family of the last Czar has always fascinated me.

A dance where nearly everything that could go wrong went wrong.

I received a very big flame from Sublevel in response to my poem, "Dialogue between Concerned American and Mr. Pres." Because I couldn't track down his e-mail address so we could engage in private debate, I have posted his comments and my rebuttal in hope

I believe the title speaks for itself.

I started thinking about all the great African Americans and their contributions to music and writing. This poem was the result.

My take on Langston Hughes's "Weary Blues"

I did this in Creative Writing. It's about summertime.

A small little moment involving romance and spaghetti with meatballs.

A dissection of our motives for attacking Iraq. Probably the angriest, most political poem I've ever written thus far.

What do you do when the economy goes into the toilet? Why start a war of course!

Probably the darkest poem I've ever written. I won't go any further except to say that it is not for the faint of heart.

Came up with it after viewing racks of Romance novels at the supermarket.

A look into the lives of the Working Poor. Minimum wage barely pays enough for many to survive.

I read "This Land was made for you and me", a biography on Woody Guthrie, and was inspired to try my hand at writing folk style. My only fear in this poem was of being preachy.

I do not believe in telling you what my poems are about. I just want you to read and interpret it as you will. Consider the title.

No one wins a war. Everyone ends up broken. Have you read any of Siegfried Sassoon's poems?

What I've been thinking about this country lately.

A poem simply about writing and poetry.

The thought--Julius Caesar wore a dress--came to mind and I just couldn't resist writing a poem about it. Don't look for information on Ancient Rome.

A scattered collection of images of the city

Life as Siamese Twins. Sorry all I can think of is Sideshows these days.

This is an essay I did for a contest, which I won. It is about an overlooked category of heroes.

Inspired by what I've learned about sideshows

What I see through my window

My take on the Erlkonig, creature of German mythology personified in the Opera by Schubert and a poem by Goethe.

Geeks of the World Unite! This is an essay I had to do for English class. It compares two superheroes: Batman and Superman.(Fixed Format)

Based on a conversation overheard at a truck stop between a trucker and a clerk.

A little poem I thought of while daydreaming about the circus.

A little tale that began its a as a one paragraph assignment. Ever hear of "Hey Diddle Diddle?" One of the few times I laughed while I was writing.

A little "I am" poem I wrote.