FROM MY BLOG
Drag – A Poem
Drag It's a drag to make words rhyme sometimes.Sometimes your soul has words conceived in pure sin aching to make it to the heaven that is your paper and pencil, but they are not worthy because sometimes they don't rhyme. Sometimes the words conceived are...
Broken Light – A Short Story
Broken Light Looking out and seeing the pretty blue sky you would swear that there was something out there. I used to love to sit on the porch and watch darkness invade the crystal clear white light as the night drew. The moths would collect, first one then...
School – A Short Story
School The rain echoed... Or maybe it was the wind that echoed. I am not sure, but I heard something echo. There was something out there and I was sure of it, but I was not scared. I was anything but scared. A loud voice called me down for breakfast. I quietly...