Nonfiction
Growing Up – The Delhi Years
“Yes, Daddy, yes! That’s the book the teacher read in class.” Daddy is turning pages of a children’s book entitled Fix it, Please. ...Pocket Gal
I see the heavensin your eyes.Worlds and galaxiesswirl within your soul. Love is who you areseen by a soul like mine.A dull nickel withhardly ...Moonstruck At Midnight
Midnight I ventured outside Among luminescent wavelets of moonbeams Midmorning I walked through Fluorescent ringlets of moonlight Midafternoon I fell into Dreamtime I could not stop the cascade I could not ...Puzzle Pieces
Someday, all my puzzle pieces will fall into place. Until then, here's a poem!In her Mother’s Footpath
From my window, I catch the image of a mother and child On their way to meet destiny’s demands Fine wrinkles gracefully line the ...Skateboards and Paper Jams
Another darn problem! Nothing is going right today, simply nothing! The smallest of tasks has me beating my head against the wall. Now it’s ...Writing Blues
Sometimes, when I write, I get nervous about what my readers will think if I decide to change the course of the story. They ...The Cycle of Life
Houses sit side by side Car horns and tire screeches mark the busy day Voices of eager sellers’ inflated promises fill the air With ...
