A telepathic infection is eating its way through Ernum Gustabler and has been since his childhood. But what's the source of his troubles? Is he merely a puppet, pushed along to the rhythm of a lie, or is he the master of his own fate? The Clutter Box: An existential sci-fi thriller.YA Paranormal Romance Short StoryUnder the muggy July sun, traveling carnie Fade finds his soulmate in the form of 16-year-old Kai. She’s human, he’s Fae, but she calls to him like no other being has. They spend a wonderful week together, but when it comes time for him to travel to the next city, he sees her future: She’ll die of cancer before he ever sees her again. Selfish, he makes her promise to wait for him.After she hears the doctor’s news, Kai realizes that somehow, Fade knew all along. She fights to stay alive, just to see him one last time. He tells her he’s a Faerie and that he can heal her…but it will change everything. If she becomes Fae, she’ll lose everything she’s come to love… If she doesn’t, she only has a matter of time before the cancer kills her. She knows the risks…but how will she ever make the right decision?

Three people are forced to land on the planet Rhea. A world now known as the planet of the damned. What happened to this once great civilisation is clouded in rumour and legend. A cautionary tale for those who wish to hand their lives over to machines. The crew take the opportunity to explore the planet and, in doing so, they uncover exactly how much of the nightmare is still in play.People often ask what inspires me to write poetry.I would have to say like many poets we are not creatures of habits, but instead are free spirits full of compassion and mellow drama, and are inspired by things that touch us. For me poetry is therapeutic and a way of cleansing my troubled soul. Purging my emotional suffering into ink on paper allows me to share with others who might be going through the same growing pains most experience in life. Due to the absence of the Deity in our country we are a nation of dysfunctional families, but there are some who still put God first. A family who attends my church is the example of how we as a nation should be raising our children. Having adult children they still unselfishly foster children. They are not a young couple, but have so much to give by opening their home to the least of these precious little ones. I have great admiration, love, and respect for them. Their love is not temporary as they eventually adopt many of these children. More oft than not it is the precious little ones that are the pistons that keep my wheels turning. It is easy to be inspired by a child because they are of a pure heart. Children are easily amused by the simplest things, such as turning a box into a car or perhaps a plane or even a playhouse. It is the smile on the face of a child and their precious busy little hands that give me the most joy. There are no sour grapes in their household, only sweet ones on the vine, because they receive constant nurturing from everyone around them.