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
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