About loneliness.

A four-stanza poem about unrequited love.

About a sixty year old writer's contact with the physical personification of death. Has nothing to do with Dreams, or Ice, or indefinite articles, for that matter.

A poem I free wrote in a purposefully awkward free meter. It has no point, since art is meaningless, although it does deal somewhat with love.

I had an essay to do for class.

This is an anti-death penalty story, an account of a man being executed in Singapore, and thinking about the women he loves in his last minutes.

This is the tale of Robert, Natalie, Roschei, and Juliek as they flee from the sacking of Kvordivech, and become involved in a chase with the tormented Prince Ryan. My attempt at a different, more dramatic kind of fantasy without the cliches.

An account of a suicide bombing in Tikrit.

A bizarre experiment.

Song lyrics I wrote when I was 15.

This is a really short poem. I hasn't been revised it at all. I think I could make it longer, but I kinda liked this short version

This is an account of Roz's adventures after he get's swept away from his home,Talos (wich is the only place he has ever known), by riders coming from the Forest, and he discovers that the world isn't quite so small.(I REFUSE TO PUT AN ELLIPSISTHERE) R&R