It’s your vivid history that brings me to you, Your compassion for life has made me fall in love with you, What’s above the sky is your ...

My creative writing teachers in college always used to say there was no such thing as writer’s block. They said as long as you ...

Recently, a fellow co-writer wrote an article about a so-called friend that completely judged her and said some very cruel things. She left the ...

“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 ...