Verses are not my major writing genre. Mostly written late at night, when I am alone with my heart and my mind. Both pounding with the joy and excitement of a new and developing love, or being torn apart with loss and anguish. I call them thoughts because like all thoughts; they are either there or they are not, they are seen clearest when alone, and they never rhyme. The night I came across Chris Hansen's site I was struck by his, From the heart, candid poetry, and recognised his Little Hell. Now I am comfortable to be here on his site. Sharing with you all, my experiences of commuting between heaven and hell. George Owczarski