I’ve shared a few of my writings with you in the past: Glimpses of my pencil drafts, quick late-night phrases, mermaids of death, and one or two suggestive shorts. Writing, … Continue reading
I did not have an intent when I started writing this poem. I let the rhyming words guide me. But common themes made them selves present: water, angst, dreams.
At 3am he couldn’t sleep. So, I wrote him this poem. Silence. Darkness. Warmth. As my hand gently pets that sweet spot of skin at the cup of your hip, resting … Continue reading
Adding more to my short story (in black): Small talk became more animated as the wine had a chance to loosen tongues and ties. He stood behind me and slightly … Continue reading
I started a short story based on the flash of an image in my head, imagination is a crazy thing. Yesterday I added a bit more to it (in the … Continue reading
I’m fascinated with power struggles. And today a scene popped into my head about a couple at a party, looking normal but with a dynamic at home that becomes painfully … Continue reading
I’ve defaulted to my childhood. No, there was not a traumatic experience today. Hyperbole and a half simply gave me an opportunity to remind myself about proper grammar while at … Continue reading