What happens to us in the past is an important part of who and what we are. But it's still, nonetheless, the past. Only when we can put it behind us can we move on with our lives.

Not long ago I was leasing the blinkered life, nose to the grindstone. It is easy to lose sight of what's important in life.

Just a little expression of what I'm doing here.

Ron mentioned ICQ in Digital Passions. I have been using the program for some time and made friends I will probably never meet. Including a very special one called Mindy.

Each time I have loved I have felt at peace. Each time it ends love doesn't completely disappear. I still remember 'joy'.

I am very new at this poetry writing caper. When I received an e-mail from a stranger complimenting one of my first efforts I was surprised at the depth of my reaction. This is to thank that stranger.

Some couples are not destined to have a family -or each other

How can a child deal with the abuse of a drunken father. Perhaps by writing poetry many years later ?