PoemsThe RiverI may not have any form or shape I may not taste like the vineyard grape Because I am just a river My job is to go on forever. I flourish…
PoemsThe Withered Yellow LeafBelow the rusted park bench, there was a shimmering hue. I bent down with a trembling hunch, searching for a clueless clue . In the corner…
LoveAn Exclusive Extract From My Dream Novel - Inside the Deep OceansThis is an exclusive extract from my dream novel “INSIDE THE DEEP OCEANS”. I sincerely welcome your comments and feedback as they are my…
ChristmasThe Joy and Spirit of ChristmasOf all the profound happiness in the world celebrating Christmas with family and friends is the most blessed gift… Though am not from a…
