…jewelry. My daughter and I like to buy large rings, kinda funky looking. There’s one that’s black and reminds me…
I used to write poetry while my mom bowled. The voices and banging, clashing, and crashing of weighted balls striking…
Publisher’s Page Blurb: Left at the alter, Tina decides to take her Vegas honeymoon. Her orderly life plans of marriage,…
Bird of Flight The flow of our unseen The mysteries held within unending being of time beyond The paths of…
The Lamb William Blake (1757 – 1827) Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made thee Gave thee…
I don’t know if I’m funny but whatever I am it does have an ‘ier’ when on paper or screen.…
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I can write. I have notes upon notes and word prompts and blog topics that the truth is, I don’t…
I’m picky. I cannot write properly unless my pen is perfect, unless it flows evenly and is comfortable in my…