Just Beneath the Surface Volume 5 is an ongoing collection or series of God-centric, family-centric Prose Poetry, which is reflective of my journey through this part of my life.

The Hale Astro was a telescope the size of Texas. It's task at the moment was research. They had just happened to focus on a corner of the Triangulum Galaxy. What they found raised more questions than it answered.

Just Beneath the Surface Volume 6 is an ongoing collection or series of God-centric, family-centric Prose Poetry, which is reflective of my journey through this part of my life.

Just Beneath the Surface Volume 3 is an ongoing collection or series of Prose Poetry, which is reflective of my journey through this part of my life.

This narrative is not fiction, but documents what I consider to be an actual miracle which involved my life. You may read it and draw your own conclusions. Many people go through life looking for proof that God exists. This miracle came to me even though I am solidly steeled in my belief in God. If I find others who are moved by this I will publish Volume 2 with the bulk of the letters.

Julia Perenda woke up that morning to the warmth of sunshine and a cool spring breeze gently tickling her nose with the scent of the lilacs blooming outside her bedroom window. Anticipation washed over her as she struggled to full wakefulness. She knew that this was going to be the best day ever and tried to remember what would make this day better than the many good days preceeding today.

The continuing saga of Joan whose dream to captain a starship came true when she became the starship. This is the tale of her first mission with a team of both Humans and quantum people. Joan must learn new skills if she is to save a dying race. her team is as green as she is, but they have the quants to help her, but what do you do when even the quants are cut off?

A collection of poems about my precious wife. A precursor to the series "Just Beneath the Surface".

Just Beneath the Surface is an ongoing collection or series of Prose Poetry, which is reflective of my journey through this part of my life.

One Quintillion is a really big number. John, a teen aged boy living in a lighthouse, needed to know it's significance. Teachers, forget it. He had to figure it out on his own. John was no genius, or so others thought. So began his great adventure.

Joan was a young girl living on the colony world Smith. quantum drives had eliminated airplanes, automobiles and carbon fuels. Joan had a dream, she wanted to fly, but not just fly, but fly like an Eagle. she wanted to feel the wind on her face. Her Quantum friend and Avatar Judy would help her to fly beyond her dreams. Joan and Judy would sit by saints pond and talk about their plans.

Terry had just woke up from a nightmare. However, it was not a dream. Earth was blowing itself up, and he was stuck here on Mars, unable to do anything. Well not nothing, he was responsible for several thousand colonist's survival. The worst part was yet to come. Thirteen missiles were headed for Mars. Terry had his work cut out for him. By contract, he was in charge of Mars.