Night envelope meinto the darkness ofyour inky blackness Force away the painendured duringthe days of wakefulness Cruel you areto deprive me of dreamssweet… More.

Path paved by weathered stonesgreen moss and spindly weeds compete for the favored spotswhere rainwater sleuths off the edges Shucked sunflower seed shells… More.

I hear his voicespeaking to meinconsequentialmundane meanderingsabout the news and the day Glancing up from my readingI pause to answer himhis chair sits… More.

I am so excited and honored to announce my piece, “Phases (In A Woman’s Life),” has been scheduled for publication on 8/28/23 at… More.

Beautiful baby as you peer into the mirror reflecting your image back to yourunseeing eyes blinded by glossy magazines filled with images of… More.

Pain, physical pain, is a constant. Never ending, always changing. Sometimes easing,always increasing. Pain, an invisible shrouddiscoloring a colorful world. Muting harmonic music… More.

It is a lonely affair to be alonecompletely alonewithout a spouseor loved onenot even estranged childrenor long lost friendsin the eve of one’s… More.

In the Deep South, a young girl argued unsuccessfully with her momma. “I ain’t lyin momma. Jez and me sawr it an was… More.

In response to Friday Faithfuls hosted by Jim Adam’s @ newepicauthor REBLOG FIGURES OF SPEECH Thinking deeply because how else can one think,… More.