One-Liner Wednesday | Rose Garden

This piece was written for Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday promp. Dead, crispy rose petals littered the garden in such a way that it made my spirit droop, until I saw the one red rose alive and gleaming in all it’s splendor. ~ One bad rose can ruin the whole garden, but one good rose…

Storms on an Easter Sunday

In the middle of writing stories for scholarships and virtual church services there is a light gray storm forming outside my window. It is not violent or on the surface all that threatening but when a force hides its ability to be menacing it keeps the people at large fearful and uneasy. It may be…

One Last Next Thing | Poem

I never will because there is always more. Always one more thing I must acquire another feeling I need to chase. Nothing is getting better inside of me. (I won’t lie.) But that doesn’t matter. I live for the one next thing the next thing on my list. I can’t do it until it is…

I Am From Long, Ebony Nights (Nostalgia Poem)

An old poem I wrote in August of 2016. A relaxing night-time read~ ~~~~ I am from long, ebony nights and bright, sunlit mornings Awakening in time to see the blue light filter through my windows I am from places of enchanted emerald forests and elephant graveyards Exploring until my lungs and legs cannot cope…