Praise the Lord, O my Soul!

“The last thing I heard was you whispering goodbye. And then I heard you flatline.” ~Skillet, Not Gonna…

I recently submitted 7 poems to A.B. Baird Publishing for inclusion in the upcoming anthology “My Still Waters.”…

The following poem was written after spending the entire day at the hospital watching ‘life’ occurring all around…

If I am not walking or reading during my lunch time (unless I unfortunately have to work through)…

“I could not kill her executioner; I could only tend to her now that she was on death…

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