June 2002

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The hair is like fire
And there are flames in the eyes
Gentle flames, like candles
And like bursting stars in the night
Consuming much
Under a halo of brilliance
Gentle brilliance, like a bonfire lit
And snow surrounding

... (read my latest poem | read my other latest poem)

Ice Cream

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The trees rustled. The sun shone. Some birds stopped nearby and searched for food. Swinging higher and higher was a little boy, laughing and talking. I wished I could frame this scene and take it home.

... (read my latest short story)

For a couple of days I was back in the writing mode again. Research is coming along nicely, and there has been no shortage of tennis and volleyball. It was hot on the courts though, and I just might opt workout over tennis. We'll see what happens, catcha next time!