You walked away without pretense I looked your way  Hesitant   You walked away without recourse  I tried to speak With no remorse   You walked away without a sound For that my heart Can not rebound   You walked away, so far away Before too long The distance great   I will not breathe ...

She caches her jewelry Cardboard tubes under her mattress Hidden from faces she can’t remember Haunting her with changed bedsheets While disembodied voices perched on telephone wires Check on her She gripes They’re stealing my things At the liar: Voice too old to be her daughter Sunday – no – Wednesday No How can it ...

Read parts 1-6 here. Nicki waited anxiously for Anne to arrive at their cabin. While she waited, she packed a cooler with drinks and sandwiches. Grabbing her backpack out of the closet, she remembered Dean had filled it for her when he showed her what essentials were needed for a hike in the wilderness. Unzipping ...

You may not know this, but when they tell you you’re incapable of love, they mean that they are the ones incapable of love.  They walk around with ticking clocks in their chests, instead of beating heart’s pumping life through their veins.  Slowly ticking off their days where they will eventually cry out for mercy, ...

Read previous installments of Broken Promises on my author page. Nicki’s plane landed a few minutes early. One of the first passengers off the plane, she looked through the crowd for Dean’s familiar face. The knots in her stomach made her nauseous.  As the plane approached Anchorage while rummaging for lipstick, the aircraft hit turbulence, ...

The woman you seek Shall be yours In this game You insist on playing   She will lay by Your side With a bitterness In her mouth You cannot tame   Hatred will grow By the sound Of your name For you will betray her And cause her shame   Your eyes look Upon her ...

I have spent a lot of time in recent weeks thinking about how one moment can affect the course of a story. The person the protagonist smiled at on page two can end up being the love of their life. This happens, in reality, all of the time. My own best friend and I met ...

I have a scar. For the past six years, I have been staring at these wounds each day as I go through my day to day life. It is a deep scar that will forever be with me for the rest of my life. It represents the various times I wanted to quit from this ...

What to this breeze for a mortal like man Conquering mountains, as best we can   What to this shiver the winter will bring Foraging snow, what goodness will bring   What to this home that I have kept quaint  When seasons bring turbulent summers and spring   What to this path currently on Will ...