“I write because there is a voice within me that will not be still.” – Sylvia Plath Somebody recently asked me why I love ...

Jenna and Deedee stood in front of the aged castle-like hotel, looking upward toward the turrets. The building dated back to the 1800s and ...

I have seen the skulls Laughing as tears Ran like beads of wax.   Backed up against a cracked mirror, Images of the aurous ...

Am I pretty enough yet? To make you love me, To crave me, To want me as badly as I wanted you. I fixed ...

Words and actions pass Like a blur.  Your hate speaks loud. Stillness nurtures, peace.

Mila carried a baby in her arms. The street on which she limped down shrouded in the pitch of night. A cold breeze blew ...

How many people would have green skin if envy was shown on the outside?  I was watching an old episode of ABC’s “Once Upon ...

They were at it again. Looking through their window again to see what I was doing. It was ten o’clock in the evening and ...

It’s that time of year that many Americans wait patiently to arrive. Fall means football Season. The NFL, college, high school, pee-wee football is ...