Last night I met up with my soul on a cold dark roadFed up of me many many years agoAny idea what it is to be dead like me?Do you think you'd be able to feel warmth & love...

I love how there is much to choosewhen it then comes time to infuselet the ink seep in ever deepshare these secrets that I keep Pen a little poem in the nightin the hope that it turns out rightthat my...

August 11, 1788               Mon Cher D.               I love it when you buy me clothing. Fashions for me to wear, meant for you to then take off me....

“You not from ‘round’ here, are you?”         Sam turned to find a brown-haired mousy little girl peering over his shoulder.  “How would you know that?”         “I ain’t seen ya before.  That means you...

A flock of sailing fiddlers flyDown flowing fountain in the skySeven-fold they fair my eyeAs life so faintly passes bySeven-fold the fearless fliersFinger through the fiery breeze,Symphonic plumage ever whiterFeathered phantom melodiesFlying, flying, never dyingTo each, the cool breeze...