Writing

Silly Creature

Above the clouds at 500 miles per hour you race the timeline; Headed to the…

Norman

I stood there upon the summer grass With tongs in hand before the propane gas…

Death Waits

The honey bee did plunge into the spider's web, Invisible strands of stick… Like a…

The Bodice

She is there, I can smell her still. Her magnificent fragrance spins me, senses swirl.…

Trolls

The trolls are scratching at my Facebook page Wretched, railing reptiles, ripe with righteous rage.…

Winning

In 2017, I was honored to have had one of my poems, The Vagabond Quothe Shakespeare awarded…

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