01324 Jul
Shall We Dance III
After a marvelous performance at the grand finale with William Barthez, I was still not happy. All I ever wanted was to see Maria Russell by my side.
Shall We Dance IV · the protagonists' fusion
Leaving Victoria Island was never going to be easy for me. It's a place where memories had been recreated not only for me but for the entire family. The finale of the four-part Shall We Dance series.
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Shall We Dance II (Milan edges Maria Russell)
I met Maria Russell in the summer of 2000 at Pakington village while fishing. She caught my attention at once.
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Shall We Dance I
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A Soldier Never Fallen
Would I be the sort of friend that you have been to me. A tribute to the people who show up for years without asking for anything back.
00915 Jul
Which Frequency
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00809 Jul
The Perimeter Wall
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00702 Jul
The Tales of Esbie
Hei Clifford, come a little closer. Come pull your chair close, because what I'm about to tell you, never will I say it again.
00624 Jun
The Much Love Family Statement
To love means to be fond of, to hold dear, to have a tender warm liking for. A short statement on what love actually does, line by line.
00517 Jun
The Enemy Within
Looking up in despair, not knowing what tomorrow holds, is agonizing. On wrestling with our inner beings, while ignoring the enemy within.
00410 Jun
The Cycler's Ridge
In the city of seven hills, Andrew Nicholas resides. A memory of riding, of Kampala Road, and of a ridge that no longer holds riders.
00303 Jun
Set No Premium on Her
In appreciating her, never set a premium on her. Oftentimes tears roll down her cheek for you. A Mother's Day piece, written for mine and yours.
00227 May
Inside the Tinted Bentley
Gosh, he is such a rough driver. By the malls, I am cheered and admired by other drivers, but inside this tinted Bentley, I am crying for my life.
00120 May
Discard None
I write poems every single day. Some are beautiful, others tell the normal stories life throws at my readers, but they are all my creative writing.