One day your words will flow right to the next Your sentences will form stories Your stories will make worlds These worlds will make people, places and things And readers will fall in love...

I have never been in a more calming and stress-free place. Between the balance of life and death and the freedom and naturalness of the wild horses, it is a place of trueness.  It is a unique and genuine...

     The wind swirled through the thick canopy above. A cool mist signaling the beginning of a storm fell on Grace’s cheeks as she toed along her 4-year-old son and 8-year-old daughter, followed...

We’ve all heard the metaphor  High school, a school of fish Constantly swarming, changing, filled with life Fish tied closely to their school Reliant on the others for safety in numbers If...

Behind walls that smell of bleach a man preaches immortality, pretty words on white paper, a legacy of empty promises and unfulfilled dreams.   He tried to teach me to write a sonnet, once, to...

Raindrops race down cafe windows like playful schoolchildren, the street beyond fading to a watercolor of blues and greys, headlights twinkling like stars through the watery veil. The woman at the counter...

“These are the best years of your life” That’s what my father told me once As the worries about Highschool clogged my mind   He said they were the best of his Running around with...

     Dangerous, that’s what they called it. Winding vines and twisting branches give a false illusion of safety, that’s what they always said. Deep green leaves and colorful flowers are no longer...

some days we are sinew and bone, plucked from carcass like afterthoughts and wrapped in rotting linen, sun-bleached and silent until the marrow is dry, prettier at the precipice of being nothing at...

Red was always your color. Red hair, red clothes, red car. It was your color and no one else's. It defined you, inside and out. Red lips, red words, red shoes, red laughter.   Red hot warm skin,...

Connection, like leaves on a tree A web of relationships  A sturdy wood base Society, linked and harmonious But with autumn, comes the fall Cold spreads like a virus Rapidly leaves drop Connections...