What wretchedness ‘Tis to be born the wrong sex ‘Specially, so if one’s royalty and that’s what befell Queen Mary of Scotland just a ...

My heartbeat quickens.  The need to do anything.  A sickening feeling within my heart.   I feel I must move.  My fingers, my legs, ...

Knowledge and ideas abound within the pages can be found the smell of ink conjuring images in a blink journey to distant lands all ...

When  recognition turns to roiling rage, and its flaming eyes pin you to the wall; there’s no escape. The truth has not set you ...

The pendulum swings- delicate life. When goodness usurps, both blades of the knife. Nostalgia-when happiness, seeming so clear yet, soon the non wounded slashes ...

In my life are dogs who give coffee-time cuddles and furry follows. Their bright eyes and wagging tails bring complete joy to my soul.

Fingertips of day are losing their grip. Pink horizons darken the sound of a saxophone fades. Stars poke through the black curtain like pinholes ...

I am sitting still and you walked by, eyes glazed over head held high   My eyes caught yours but yours, never mine as ...

Whispering wombs of our mothers where we once swam in amniotic fluid life force like no others   Guided by the lined hands of ...

Comfortless, in pain The warmth of the sun on my face upturned in the storm.