The scent of you on my sheets Lingers subtly after you’re gone The memory of you smiling at meCreates a longing to see… More.

In response to bwarren’s Sunday Whirl Wordle #684 She would not release her human, though she was now one of the fallen. He… More.

Reach for the stars,no one ever said. Reach for the moon first, myself said to me. In the far away distance,and sometimes out-of-sight,Luna… More.

Today I felt old, really old, truly old,For the first time. I was treated old, feeble and demeaningly old, Looking out from the… More.

A tattered garden lays frayed beyond redemption, beyond salvage Spirits rustle curled brown leaves their stories belonging to the past History hungers for… More.

I am very excited to learn that my essay, My Uncle the Fisherman has been accepted for publication in The Bangalore Review! Unknown… More.

It’s right here in The Dummies 101.0 Book of Raising Humans! I have read this so many times, I can quote it backwards.… More.

And so it beginsthe third and final reign of terrorthe ultimate battle between good and evil Civil rights revoked against the non-majoritiesFalse charges… More.

Ravaged by indistinguishable masksmisunderstood meanings tangled within a weave of sighs and untruths leaving ashes to soak in tears on the floor Fire… More.

In a realm ghoulish and cold dead witches of old wait all year for this night An eve when wicked tricks they weave… More.