

She so easily goes about; melting hearts, with soft blue eyes that will pierce straight into your soul….
A little poem for day 6 of 451 Press Poets new beginnings writing challenge for January inspired by…
Child, you must start somewhere. Or you’ll never go anywhere. Child, take a step and follow your own…
He stumbled forward into the cold night. Overcast and dreary, the sleet pounded down relentlessly. Oh how long…
Lost, in between the moments of here and now. My thoughts, are heavy with indecision burdened by doubts….
Indefinable moments become the memories of our lives.