Four months MIA. Four months sans writing or communication with the outside world but, hey, life hurls curveballs. […]
inspiration
My sun-filled afternoon sees me writing alongside this companion–a beloved book of evergreen inspiration from Keats, Shaw, Le […]
Standing with a detectable wobble, knees buckled atop the high diving board. Does the pool below appear a […]
Tick-tock, my desk clock Mirrors my own scuffed, wise face Writing metronome Writing Haiku poetry at my desk […]