Writing

I’ve written enough small poetryto start a nuclear war.Do you want to die in trafficbehind the wheel of your car? Or in yr rodeer camp next fall..

This lighthearted poem is made up of a series of Limericks.

a poem about assault rifles

From the collection of “Bodily Observations”

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM BUT PARENTS REALLY SHOULD KEEP THEIR GUNS OUT OF THE REACH OF THEIR CHILDREN

Two teenagers stumble upon a cottage seemingly trapped in a past age

The Cottage in the Woods Part 4

Mark enjoys his job as a call boy until he answers the call of a questionable customer.

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