Raindrops fell from the sky, blowing sideways from gusts of wind. Felix took cover under a large oak tree and glanced at his watch: 4:20 a.m. An evil smirk spread across his face. He slipped the black hood over his head and walked through the rainy darkness toward Mara’s car. She never locked her Land ...

Mourn, Grieve, Exhaustion BREATHE Protest, Stand Up, Speak Out BREATHE Silenced, Beaten, Killed We Will Breathe Weep, Yell, Curse BREATHE Over-taxed, Over-looked, Over-worked JUST BREATHE Underestimated, Unseen, Unwanted BREATHE Challenged, Choke, Confined TODAY WE BREATHE!!!

I think about my loved ones who have passed very often, but there different times throughout the year that I do a great deal of reflecting as I believe that it does for anyone that experiences such a loss. I am reminded of a poem called The Dash by Linda Ellis. There are many parts ...

Disclaimer:  To all my cousins who have been disillusioned:  I apologize.  I know many of you thought for years you were the favorite niece, but it is time for the truth to come out.  I am the favorite niece, and I can prove it. Recently my Aunt Maddy passed away due to COVID-19.  I was ...

I looked upon the world, Traveled on gravel roads, The pavement that was once new. Cars idle and pass by, As I have nothing but a pack, Only the clothes on my back. The sky used to shine a calm blue, Now is only grey and hazy, The cold and damp I turn my collar ...

Adrift in the cold empty of space, white dots twinkling amidst the black, a ship floated as a carcass would down river. Its single passenger inside shivered in the growing chill, a blanket wrapped about her person. She gazed through the front shield as her teeth chattered. Pain soaked in her veins, and even the ...

This tripod has been around. The box was dusty, shoved in a corner of the attic. Three legs. At least there used to be. I see the joints where repairs were made. The first leg is wooden but the break is new. The break is clean; smooth to the touch. No splinters prick my fingers. ...

The broken roses Bleed onto the garden ground Winter is their end.

Like the morning bird, You bid me farewell once dawn Has died with the day

The woods sleep with snow My ears listen for spring birds, My eyes long for you As I sit by the window Wishing you could come again