Touched in Mondo

Has love passed us by to wallow in spoiled regret, to drown ourselves in spilled paint? Or does love await … More

City of My Ruin

I float among the ancient relics of my emotions. Sand castles of despair, with turrets of devout devotion to souls … More

I accidentally realized that today is Day 1 of NaPoWriMo. I miss the ease of which I use to spill … More

In self-exile for exhausting expressions of emptiness She shivered in the shadows of shame The winds whispered her sins The … More

Years ago, early in my blogging career, I made a “no awards” rule for my blog. I was intimidated by … More

A friend shared this on FB with me. I thought I would pay it forward.

Genesee watched the two men toast before taking the shots of whiskey. Their smiles were easy, their laughs were infectious … More

He listened to the rain kiss the ocean’s roar. He couldn’t help but compare the sound to his heartbeat and … More

I haven’t a hope of renewing your faith No delusions of your smile melting into mine I haven’t a … More

The dunes were between us and the crashing waves, the gentle lap of the inlet at high tide swallowing us … More