A personal collection of poems written extemporaneously. Always on my mind,. She paces herself well,. For she races against time,. She can run a marathon,. One could call it life,. She lives each breath,. As she runs swiftly,. One step at a time,. She runs with passion,. A rhythm in each stride,. Her heartbeats are the music,. To watch her feet dance,. Like a cheetah in pursuit,. A predator on the hunt,. She runs like the wind,.

Drama Queen is in the House. Some ten weeks ago, a workshop on theatre appreciation began with a bunch of people who would not meet in the real world. Even now when anyone asks why I thought I would be good at this sort of thing, I have no answer- except that I love plays.