I could write a thousand words about Zen

No doubt. The piece of gum Naughtily stuck under a school desk

One would think of Aswan Or the Three Gorges Dam

Gameboy versus home-made Amplifiers

Pots, pans and plates Pots, pans

Tumbling down a hole in the earth: Alice and her wonderland

Africa: It is a lost place

It was two thousand and ten A minute ago

Something then nothing - A parrot on my left shoulder

I wait in time Like an ornamental vase

Reflections on deviantArt and poetry

A lesson in logic, and a good day

I'm trying to capture the essence of a "reminder" as life takes its course, and the danger of forgetting

I used to be a night-owl and so I know the early hours like the back of my hand

The place of my heart rather than my birthplace which is Canada

I stole the last of a bottle of red from my Mum's pantry this morning and I found my muse...

I'm trying to pinpoint the source of racial conflict both in society and the quiet of one's mind

Geraldene was the mother and family I never had

I'm a little rusty, but I caught the muse and am overjoyed that the poem reads clearly

I haven't written for ages and I'm fumbling about for words and ideas