Poetry
These are a few of my selected poems. You can find more on 

For Peter. Tumble did the golden coin over her little fingers, As she looked slyly up toward the grocer at his figures. 'What cheer, my...

There was a man hight Matthew Shears who slayed monsters by trade, Whose sword was wrought of brightest steel and bow of strong yew made....

I didn't write this poem for April. The deepest, darkest lavender That I have ever seen Grows in the flower garden of The Purple Blossom...