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.

Boliar needed fixing. It needed repair all the time. Over four hundred thousand years ago colonist from earth flocked here because it was a uniquely rich land for minerals and had vast underground water reserves. Boliar had been devoid of life or surface features. It had no hills, lakes, or weather. No one knew for sure how it had gained it's earthlike atmosphere, and at this point in it's history, no one really cared.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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

The four new sentient species were the dream of Humans and Quants alike. The George Gaukel's daughters Linda and Tia had chosen species they were close to. It would take many generations and a long journey to reach their objectives.

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.