At the center of my lifeAre teachings passedOnward, from word andAction, sacred gemsI foster and treasure. At the center of my lifeIs freedom eternallyBound, ...

“So, you’re dating the paramedic?” Dylan’s lips stay flat, his eyebrow raised, and he stares straight ahead.

I love to play in the dirt. Yes, you read that right. Spending days outside, in the sunshine, covered head to toe in dirt, ...

The Sun promises to brighten every day Yet, not all parts. If you chose its shadow, darkness may envelop you. So rise, and see ...

Eyes ruby redHe lays in my bedGets in my headWants me dead He lures me inWith his musical hissAnd numbs my heartWith his poisonous kiss Coils ...

Jerome population: strange. That’s how the tiny ghost town sees itself and sports that statement proudly on a bumper sticker. I have to admit ...

Have you ever felt yourself emotionally go backwards? Lately, it seems like everything I have been trying to achieve has been put on pause. ...

Two women share the same space. One young, the other old. One from this generation. One from another. Bowl of uncooked long grain rice ...

One of the funniest aspects of my writing is I am a perfectionist. The ideal scenario is that a scene will pop into my ...

The fork pauses halfway to my mouth. An urge to laugh bubbles and I choke it back. “Women only want you for your body?”