'Carousel' All these things cultivated from seed, developed to make me happy. Are all things, that trip me, trick me, trap me and physically

'Signs of Life' Queuing ahead, slow down, incident. A forerunner of brewing malcontent. Long delays, report of pedestrians. Read more ...

Too much on your plate? How did this happen? Can’t you give it back? Read more ...

'20 years and lovin' it' It started, just over 20 years ago, one form and one meeting. An hour I think it was.

'Critical Condition' Do not disturb. I am licking my wounds To make sure that they never heal Don’t turn me around – I am facing the past,

'Crossroad revisited' How many times can I do the deal, what’s left to trade? Another slice of my life, for the promises you’ve made? ...

'Whispering solution' Down this long and windy road, we’ve been before. We’ve crossed this threshold a thousand times, only to hit a rock ..

Alternately instilling fear and contempt. Rarely viewed as benevolent. Yet The occasional glimmer of humanity When A request for support

'Where’s my drummer?' I crave all of the attention. Me, myself and I, no censure. A martyr to the vortex I’ve created. Read more ...

'Freshman Blues' Imagine the duress, new student searching for room, finding means success.

'The dreaded Admin!' Alternately instilling fear and contempt.  Rarely viewed as benevolent.  Yet

'Administrator' I am nothing. I am nothing. I sit. I write. I create. But I don’t really exist.