Rose of Autumn

(I wrote this poem a few years back for an unfinished fantasy story that will likely never see the light of day. It's about a woman who eventually became a queen,widely revered for her beauty and feared for her skill with an ax and her prickly attitude. I actually like how it came out, so... Continue Reading →

Most American

Welcoming November with a little poem.... So an atheist a future pastor an aspiring writer and a redhead are all sitting at a table playing Apples to Apples. The category was ‘American.’ The future pastor would decide. The atheist played ‘Freedom.’ The aspiring writer played, ‘The Electric Chair.’ The redhead played ‘Lucille Ball.’ All were... Continue Reading →

Home

Welcoming my favorite month with a poem. Happy October! Hope you enjoy!   Home There is a light in her window. A hopeful flicker, or is it only melting wax? Minutes dripping to nothing? A glimpse of distant shores, left you yearning for the foreign and the wild. She is neither of those things. She... Continue Reading →

Autumn

All seasons have their own unique appeal and their own exclusive perks. My favorite season used to be winter.... until I learned how to drive. After several horrifying and near life-ending experiences navigating snowstorms in my old Subaru and my current Nissan, I no longer hold such favorable opinions of winter. Winter is also mega-depressing,... Continue Reading →

A Few Words

Scrounging up confidence, battling insecurity, and facing internal and external opposition is a day-to-day struggle for some writers. Myself included. And it's not only with writing - it can bleed into other aspects of life, as well. It has been difficult lately to sit down and write and work on queries. Nagging "what ifs?" and... Continue Reading →

DNF

As an avid reader, I try my hardest to adhere to the policy that if I start a book, I must finish it. I am far more strict when it comes to films - especially if I am seeing them in theaters - but still have similar standards for books. I don't like leaving unfinished... Continue Reading →

Jury Duty

Parking garages should not be so full this early. The clock says "7:11." And the paper said be here by "8." I knew I should have stopped at Starbucks. Though the world's strongest latte could not prepare me for this. No phone, no computer, no internet, no outside contact. Just a room, 200 strangers, and... Continue Reading →

Perfect Day for a Book

Alarm rings at 7AM - maybe 8. I like to get an early start to the day, but not too early. The sky outside is gray, the air is crisp, the leaves have begun to turn. There is nothing on the agenda for the day - at least, nothing terribly pressing. Maybe some laundry, or... Continue Reading →

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