When I first saw him on my way to work, he was sitting by the bus stop on one of the wooden benches. Just casually smoking his cigarette as the summer wind blew through his thick long raven hair. I hesitated to even sit near him, but there was no other place to sit. I ...

To the man I love,   I remember staring off into the cotton candy sunset and thinking to myself “this world is ours.” Moving through a cosmological horizon without a clue of what lie in the distance. My hand had been on the stick shift. Your hand on mine. My smile, contagious Then one morning ...

It’s your vivid history that brings me to you, Your compassion for life has made me fall in love with you, What’s above the sky is your gentle heart and your eyes, What’s below is your erotic touch and your sultry voice, The soft temper of your being, Is what brings me to you, What I love deeply ...

The door to the restaurant opened and I willed him to walk through, but only watched as a couple with their toddler hustled in from the rain. The patter on the rooftop mingled with the low dim of voices as I sat, waiting. I sat next to the window and watched people dart around puddles, ...

There’s a reason why people write. Some do it to relieve stress or organize their thoughts. Others write for their own entertainment or to entertain others. Maybe you’re one of the people who only write when they must. No matter what your motive is, I’m sure that we can agree on one thing – writing ...