Embrace the storyteller within
On a cloudy as on a starry night, eyes open wide the mystery, no more a secret, of the formation […]
On a cloudy as on a starry night, eyes open wide the mystery, no more a secret, of the formation […]
In the distance, I spotted one and it gave me a feeling of longing. A lonely wooden bench. I sat
Today’s blog is not a poem or a story. It’s not a complaint nor is it a book promo; it’s
Faceless. Like time itself, endless. Walking away from trouble until again it finds me. Words evaporate in the air, talking
It was a four-way intersection. He honked at her as she sped up to turn right. In an unexpected move,
If I had more alone time, I’d have more time to create more terrible doodles, to write more stories, more
Remember: “It’s always too soon to quit.” A little hope? Have a good day!
Put away the meds; I want to feel the pain, may her wish not be in vain. I want to