Saffron

The saffron pallor of humid doubt clings to the tendrils of our words, a death destined in the glare of … More

Pretty Ugly

Illogical illusions of indecent deeds. Spiraling strobes of incense and soft downy robes. Foreign faces with familiar graces. Laughter lilting … More

*I am not a young writer, but I took the advice anyway. My duality is a weapon of destruction. The … More

The sting, toxic To depths unseen Necrotic emotions Swallowed No antidote For words unsaid

All of us have demons that darken our days on occasion. Some of us have learned how to stab them … More

My words melt Like candle wax Upon the paper They begin elegant Tapered and perfect Nurtured by my soul Upon … More

Why do I allow my doubt to douse me in decay? My self-worth builds for weeks and then crumbles in … More

In that infinite breath of time before his lips touch mine, I fall. I fall without fail into anticipation’s velvet … More

I pour out my heart in the swirls of the vowels – my emotions abruptly caught in the boundaries of … More

I was a communication studies major and that has served me well in parenting and in the workplace; however, I … More