Venturing out eastward Crossing the state line back along highways bordered by swamps I wander through southern, salty mists along rows of former plantations harboring…
Venturing out eastward Crossing the state line back along highways bordered by swamps I wander through southern, salty mists along rows of former plantations harboring…
The ashen forest sits silently waiting – full of dead, brittle trees a place that life has abandoned… A coyote steals across and disappears into its…
I arrive finding you waiting on the steps your eyes smile at me my heart skates you stand and walk toward me I’ve waited a…
If not, then you might consider going to San Francisco. In the land of the Extra Cold Weekend, I found myself looking through a recent…
This is Nathan. He is the main character from my book, Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete. I am thankful to artist Corbin Hillam for…
Conflict arose from a timeworn bookshelf out of musty old pages a master’s lesson innocence and experience can you travel far and never venture into…
Mesh wire laced windows with pulley closures like Popeye the Sailor Man rigged them up sun streaming on the gym floor basketball goals sans nets…
I would like to thank lovely Tosha Michelle for nominating me for The Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award. Tosha is an extraordinary poet, musician…