It's always there, even when you can't see it.
Would you have felt the same way?
The greatest gift you could give or receive cannot be wrapped up with a bow.
"Still Waiting for That Book," a Swinburne Decastich, is a conversation between a writer and her conscience.
I have every reason in the world to be unhappy, but I'm not.
a poem for Memorial Day
When you have friends, every day is a special day.
"From Beginning to End," a Reversed Monometric, is a reflection on a lifetime of friendship, love, patience, and hope.
A Dribble is a 4-line poem with exactly 100 characters (spaces and punctuation not included).
"The Boy and His Dog" is my version of a poem first written by George Sweetman in 1842.