Non-fiction

Sometimes a longtime friend isn't as good as you think he is.

Luigi DiFonzo a Gatsby like character.

As a boy I was enthralled with firecrackers. The 4th of July was my favorite holiday.

Due to an economic downturn, cheap real estate and a little excess cash we become slumlords which turns out to be a dangerous occupation.

Confronted by gender politics I play the good ole biy card.

Where was I on 9/11 ?

My experience working at the Santa Clara County Assessor's office in the 1970' before Proposition 13.

My grandfather was a brave man - but he scared us.

As the sky slowly unravels, we watch and dream.

This is about how a serious lock down got scary real quick.

A scuba dive adventure turns south

This short story is meant to show an opinion about the death penalty.

Job in college delivering and collecting rental TVs

Episode three! Yay! Here's what happened that changed me forever...

Another little piece of my life. The tough times.

This is my personal experience. Yep, life is tough sometimes.

If you want to be my friend...here are some things you should know first.

It tells about the perfection in love. As no one is perfect in it.

An account of a strange encounter on a public tram in Melbourne.

I experience questions by police while having a loaded gun.

Thinking is every human's superpower. This creed is written for all who are serious about its mastery.

Unexpectedly atop a mountain, I must traverse an overhang to get off or freeze to death.

"The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to." - by Carl Sandburg

Is it mere coincidence that "sound" is both an auditory experience and a positive state? This short poem pays tribute to the miracle of music.

This is a memoir of my time serving in Vietnam from 1968 to 169. A brief look at what I witnessed and went through.

Youth today described in Found Poetry

A musing about my only childhood Halloween when I spent a year with relatives in Dublin - we didn't have Halloween in the UK at that time.

There is a train and the train passes through a town in the middle of nowhere.

This is one of the poems I wrote to relate on how I felt on that moment. I wrote this poem when I was in one of my deepest depression. I write poems to express how I feel and get it out my thoughts.

What is scarier than forgetting?

I thought I’d share with people who will never meet me and never see me to be able to judge me about what went down when I had a mental breakdown the other day because I need to get it off my chest.

I am slightly happy now, at least for a second.

A poem dedicated to the memory of a beloved friend, gone too soon.

An Encounter with another person from the same tide of time.

Don't ask question we really don't want answers to

The big kahuna, and so forth.

Does the love still lingers on after the heart has fallen out of love

And so I ask you again, “Why are these people losing a war they surely need to win?”

How do we measure our strength if ever we have any. In what exactly?

This poem "pulls open the curtain" on the importance of Hope.

The life and times of Boston Corbett, the NY Cavalry soldier who shot John Wilkes Booth 12 days after he assassinated President Abraham Lincoln.

its a free chance you can try, you might be the next person find the real treasures money prizes million.

"It's the hope that kills not the regret and sadness" -Elrond

A poetic analysis of the power and practicality of mental frequencies.

A poetic lesson in the "art" of peace.

What if our world had a literal face?

Are sparks flying? This poem explores the smart art of the start.

What's in a seed?

it all sucks and i'm sorry for that

the end of all things both real and imagined..