Poems Not Prose #3: Little Bird Robin 2-28-92
When I was 17 years old a girl from my high school that I didn’t know was shot and killed. I don’t remember much, but a few students … Continue reading
When I was 17 years old a girl from my high school that I didn’t know was shot and killed. I don’t remember much, but a few students … Continue reading
Words, images & collages tossed from a window.
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
Leave your fear of the dark at the door, suspend your disbelief, and come on in...
Writer and procrastinator
authors inspirations
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV
Pen to paper