
eyes that sparkled like stars a fire within that kept him warm in the darkness with…

I feel the full moon pull Longing for you Aches of the heart Muscles that no…

Three months strong for three little lines! As I’ve said before they’re part of my morning routine now and…

A Ghost in the Raindrop A ghost in the raindrop Lives within clear walls Unseen by…

Three little lines with a minimum of seventeen syllables have become my morning routine. I rather…

The stake through his heart pierced more than the depths of his soul, it pieced together…

Staring at the cream wall in front of her, tears streamed down her face.…

The photograph by Jessica Sartini of two crows inspired this poem and another I will publish…

Empty park Pigeons chattering What do they say? Are they concerned it’s empty Or do they…