There are very few people on this earth who have no creative spirit in them. Fortunately for me, I'm not one of those few people. Whether it is fortunate for you really depends on whether or not what I write speaks to you on some level other than "this sucks".

I don't claim my poetry to be of laureat quality, in fact most of it is very rough. The poems are a window into how I was at the time I wrote them. A poem doesn't need to be "good" (by whatever criterion that judgement is made with) to be emotive. Most of my poetry demonstrates that fact clearly. :) Some poems may change in the future as I revisit those places I've been and as I'm able to refine, redefine and better distill my expression. I offer them to you so that if you've walked near my path you can find some degree of empathy in another person, some further commonality in our humanity.

There are no 2000 poems. That seems to have been a quiet year.

I also wrote a fairy tale. Clarisa Pinkola Estes who wrote Women Who Run With the Wolves states in her book that everyone has a story in them. Everyone has their own life's fairy tale. So with that in mind I wrote my own life's tale called "Twilight and the Dragon". It's full of metaphor and analogy. Within the cruel family I included school teachers who should've retired years before, and "friends" who were less than so. I call it a "Faery Tale of Becoming".

In my reading perambulations I have read some lovely poetry. I have several favourites but topping the charts is this one by Wordsworth. There are times when someone else's words can encapsulate what I feel or am going through. This is one of those magical works. This particular poem, written in 1799, reaches across time and touches my heart every time I read it.