Fireworks

She was fire without sparks Color without sound, nature without nurture Always falling up while climbing down She loved without … More

Undead

I write to let my emotions slowly escape A drop or two of blood of heartbreak A sigh of a … More

Their walk was uneventful and quiet as they concentrated more on escaping the cold than on conversing. The only awkward … More

He found her sitting at a darkened corner table, silently nursing a glass of red wine. She did not seem … More

I am no mystery. I worry too much. Sleep too little. I argue too loudly. I praise profusely. I hide … More

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

Kiss away the ache, within the confines of our homey cages we quake. Our eyes speak in volumes our hearts … More

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

I have been lost in circles parallel to our silent orbit Our thoughts shift relentlessly stardust caught in cement My … More

I’m not one to turn back time even though I live with quite a bit of regret. There are choices … More