This is a place where I put some of the poems I’ve written. Poems about surviving this terrible world, about finding ways to defy fate and defy injustice, and about creating a new world.

This is my letter I wrote to the Canadian government asking them to send troops to Ukraine in order to help the Ukrainian people as they fight for freedom.

This is a collection of poems I’ve written, that document the horrors and magnificence of this world and the people in it, and that document my journey through this world that we live in.

"Hey, Doom! What's the big idea? You know you can't just go around blasting things with your fancy new toy, right?" Spider-Man shouted as he landed on the roof.

"Spider-Man! How nice of you to join me! I was hoping you would show up. You see, this is not just a toy. This is my new weapon of terrible mass destruction, powered by the cosmic energy I stole from Galactus himself.

Poems about life, love, spirituality, wonder, and all the other little things that are important.

This is the letter I wrote to the government of Canada, asking them to stop discriminating against First Nations children and families on reserves, and asking them to stop taking First Nations children from their loving families. All the research is from the First Nations Child and Family Caring Society, whose website is here: https://fncaringsociety.com

You can read the following letter and please, please, even if you don’t live in Canada send a letter of your own, either using this letter as a template or in your own words:

This is a short story of an event that happened when I was a child.We had kittens, and my dad did not want kittensI had to do something!

Nobody knows where the stories of Sheelo the prophet originated from. But everyone knows that they believe them. The stories are amazing, fantastical, inspiring, and so very empowering. And everyone knows that with Sheelo on their side, they are strong enough to stand up to those who have wealth and power.

When I was four I was taken from my family. When Miri was thirteen she was an orphan and a mother. When we were fourteen we had no shoes and too much work but we had each other.

Miri kissed me three days ago. Before I set out onto this journey with the blocker of my light. She told me to be brave. Be confident. Be brutal. And I'm not brave. I'm broken. But when Miri kisses me hope runs down like molten gold over the broken, jagged edges of my heart. Pulls them together. So for her I am brave. For us both.

———This work is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.

A mentally handicapped man has been accused of murdering a girl.  I decided to defend him despite I was unsure if he was guilty or not.  This would change my life and my family and I would have to live with people thinking that I was willing to defend the scum of the world!