Posted on March 6, 2018
The funny thing is that I’m just the messenger. No postal worker cries this much when they deliver a letter.
Posted on January 9, 2018
Editing takes up so much of my time now that writing has become what it used to be: just a dream. I want to finish a novel.
Posted on October 24, 2017
The lion greets the sky as he mounts his celestial throne. The breeze bows in reverence to the king of the morning. I sit in the light, I breathe the fresh air, but my thoughts remain in the dark. An innocent moon travels ’round a world of pure imagination. The fools offer their wisdom to […]
Posted on August 30, 2017
I tilt my head and offer a thin smile to my best friend standing beside me. “I’m sorry, Susan. But we both knew this day would come.”
Posted on May 17, 2017
Only my shadow’s twin dances beyond the portal, but my own reflection remains yet to be seen. Where has it gone? Am I so invisible to the world that not even the mirror recognizes me before it?
Posted on May 10, 2017
I slice my hands on your paper heart with every fold as I try to return you to who you once were. This lesson is one I should know cannot be mended with creases. Like the cuts on my fingertips masked with a bandage, a hidden tear still leaves a scar.
Posted on May 8, 2017
When we feel as if we’re running out, we try to buy time. When we have a bit extra to spare, we spend it. When we want to show someone how much they mean to us, we spend it on them; when we can, we spend it together.
Posted on May 6, 2017
When you have something, don’t you feel better when you share it with others? My books will be my own and I can be as selfish with them as I like. But my blog should showcase others as well as myself.
Posted on March 16, 2017
There are many ways to interpret the phrase, and every one of them applies to my life. No wonder I’m always so skeptical when something good comes my way.