Excerpts

"I saw the waters shimmering.

I saw the meadows gleaming.

Love was rising—

With orange and red.

Roses on a flower bed.

The color of love.

The Earth was green and blue,

With white colors now in hue.

Love was shooting

The dazzling tide—

Like a blooming wildflower.

The light came as love spinning by.

Love generates hope—

As the Earth did fly."

—I Am A Man As I Should Be: Poetry Book

 

 "We can die right now.

We live under the Lord’s grace.

That is why we live."

—Heavenly Glade Haiku the Book: Poetry Book
 

 

 

 

"After Ethan waited thirty-two minutes, he started to shiver and if he ran out of Nectar, he would freeze to death. Ethan jogged a short distance away, and the ice felt hollow and it began to crack. It was not Ethan, but something hungry below he could guess at. He felt as though everything was caving in around him…a mouth wanted to eat him about half the size of a motel room."

—Neobadians: Space Opera Novella

 

 

 

"Like a shining comet

Shoots out a-far.

A dangling dandelion is

Dying in an old house.

The remembrance of

Petals now floating

In its vase.

It smells like mowed lawns.

The Earth,

The shattering glass.

The time of death will pass,

When the comet falls

A streak of love calls.

When all hope is gone

God will be there waiting,

We will give

Him everything,

All of us,

And the tears will dry.

We will be happy and free,

On a Christ serving

Love spree.

We will take the

Tee of sin and smash

Its golf ball to be no more.

In Heaven where our Lord

Will abide,
 

We will Reside."

—Comets of Love and Streaks: Poetry Book
 

 

 

 

 "It was night out now and the torches of the Dragon Riders could be seen, thousands of them. ​The party landed on a floating rock of land very high in the sky. The landing area had soldiers with torches, and trees with lanterns lighting The Way and The Great Stair. The Way was a brick road with dragons pulling carriages and passers-by, it led to a very long and steep set of steps called The Great Stair."

—Gorfeenda: Fantasy Novellette
 

 

 

 

 "There was a quickly written note from mom and dad:

Dear Alcor,

Because of that Shard we were bombed. Get rid of it and hide it well. Then come back safely, and stay warm, the coat and firewood are from Grull. Bye, we love you…

He read on while the chicken was cooking in the water pot. He decided to boil it. He shared the chicken with Pal, and two hours later he fell asleep on the icy plains."

—Heart of Brawlsteenian: Space Opera Novella 
 

 

 

 

 "After Halloween and
 

Before Christmas is

A feast to be refreshed.

With hands clean

Where everyone

Sits around a happy

Harvest dressed.

You share with your teen

Sweet potatoes,

Pumpkin pie,

A Turkey and the rest.

To Mary our queen

Of peace who prays

For us, from whom God we are blessed.

A time for prayers seen

And thanksgiving

Of all kinds

With peacemaking

In our nest.

In fall the sun is not

Sheen but the

Harvest is full of zest.

On my chair I lean

And dine with my family.

A Thanksgiving-fest."
 

—Lead All Souls To Heaven God: Poetry Book 
 

 

 

 

"After Xavier Elmquist used the toilet in his prison cell, all to himself. He flushed the toilet then water filled to the top. He tried to use a plunger, but water kept coming out onto the floor until a flying drone came out.

It had flashing and glaring blue lights. It was purple and it could fit into the palm of a hand. ​The drone spoke after coming out of the toilet, “Who abandoned Omer?” ​ Xavier backed up against a full body poster of an attractive Asian woman, Raver, from when she was a model five years ago under her real name Shasha Bently. ​“I do not know what you are talking about."

—Asteroid Auction: Space Opera Novella 
 

 

 

 

 "It was 5:36 A.M. as the dark heavens covered the sun, and the city lit up like a thousand stars. Lucrecia Mersinger was hovering by under its bright complexity in an unmarked FBI vehicle. Her hovercar, like the others, shifted through city streets, stopping, and noticing how the lights contrasted with the city skyline.

When she was about to leave Staten Island, the high rise solar paneled buildings littered with owned vacancies vanished—crossing the one thousand two hundred ninety-eight-meter bridge. She sorted her thoughts, passing over the dark blue, especially as beaming vehicles slowed her approach. ​She saw a flashing streak through the dark atmosphere. "A spaceship," Lucrecia thought."

—Red Entaries: Space Opera Novel