I have written nothing for any of my stories in a while. Writing took a slight backseat while I started learning about my mental health. My characters have still been wreaking havoc in my brain, but the doubts prevented me from writing my ideas on paper. Next, came the inevitable thoughts about not being a ...

The map’s directions point to the left side of the island, up a hill with a wooden walkway. Beside it stand rectangular rock pillars. My wristwatch says it’s 11:45, so I have over two and a half hours to spend here. With a deep breath, I clutch my tote bag and head toward the pathway. ...

At the local veil sales You will hear me ask “Are you wearing a mask” You, lurking in the back pews Beyond your mirror’s view Waiting to be rescued  When you return home If you roll away your mirror of stone You will no longer be alone 

A shiver of nerves zips up my spine as I wait in the empty parlor. Most days, this place is hopping with customers or random beings coming off the street to catch a glimpse of the inside. I certainly feel that after peering at all the colorful designs etched on the walls outside. The bold ...

I’m awakened by the piercing sound of woeful screams The wind has stopped in recognition of a loss The sun has dimmed her smile in response to a man’s pain An exchange seems to have been made A soul has left a home And is being replaced by wondering and tears What is life? It’s ...

The boat slows down as it nears a remote island. I look over to the right and see the sandy shore with a small dock. A large metal fence circles the area with notices that have the words ‘PRIVATE: NO TRESPASSING’ written on them. Miss Jessica has the right idea. Louis stops his boat by ...

Several minutes pass while I watch the shoreline and marina become smaller until they evaporate. The view becomes nothing but blue sea and sky, the shadows of seagulls flying toward the beaches. My hat flops around in the breeze, so I hold it down with one hand. Louis remains quiet for some time; the only ...

In early spring, a bud sustains  a crown of snow.   She claims, “Look, Mother Nature, My crown is evaporating, Only you are constant.” “Look, Mother Nature, I’m here!” She exclaims.

There are cracks on the internet Is there a hole in the alphabet?  There are cracks in the ground Is there a hole in the Pound?  There are cracks in my skin Is there a hole in the garbage bin?  There are cracks in the skyline Is there a hole in my shrine?  There is a crack in my ...

I want to fly like a bird above the clouds, behind the rising fog and not be seen. Had I known what being seen entails, Had I known what being heard truly means, I would never have bargained to be in the open space. Life would have continued flowing, Floating, Driving me. To places, Without ...