Jack sat in the dimly lit lab turning the letter over and over with trembling hands. He could tell nothing from the outside. It just looked like any other letter. But it wasn’t. It was from her. His stomach churned at the thought of what she had written. No, she couldn’t come. WithContinue reading “Coreopsis 3”
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Night Sky
A little love
Love is patient, love is kind.It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.1 Corinthians 13:4-5 https://youtu.be/NTxxEdBIL6Y?si=0JVCSqDopKHn6r-P
Sunshine Valley
I’d like to thank Nolcha Fox, Editor Chewers by Masticadores and Editor LatinosUSA for the lovely write-up about my book Sunshine Valley. And Violet Lentz for a wonder foreword. Check out her work at:https://violetslentz.home.blog/ Thank you 💕
Winter Season
I’d like to thank Nolcha Fox, Editor Chewers by Masticadores and Editor LatinosUSA for the lovely write-up about my book Winter Season. And Ted Wallenius, you can read his work by following this link,https://tedsdeskof1000voices.com/, for writing an amazing foreword. Thank you 💕
Reaching for something
Don’t know what I’m doing, reaching in the dark. Searching the unknown. Never been down this path before. Reaching. Touching nothing. Searching the darkness for anything. A string. A cord. A hand. An idea. Even a spider web. Is there anything in the darkness; reaching out for me? Help me! Guide me! I’m coming undone!Continue reading “Reaching for something”
Not my home
I sit here staring at a computer screen; this world is not my home. Traffic flows past my window; this world is not my home. I flip over to read the headlines: body shaming, violence, natural disasters; this world is not my home. There’s an emptiness inside me that burns; this world is not myContinue reading “Not my home”
Love is
Love is a mosquito buzzing around your head. Love is a concept, someone once dared. Love is lost. Love itself is a cost. Love is empty. Love? Simply? Love is cruel. Love will kick you like a stubborn old mule. Love is an idea, written about in books, poems, songs, movies sold. Love has beenContinue reading “Love is”
Inconvenience
I never knew what an inconvenience was. Watching. Listening. Hanging from the wall. “Inconvenience,” there it is again. What is that? Day comes. Day goes. Night comes. Night goes. People in. People out. Though at night, the flow is much lighter. Day comes. Day goes. People talk. A LOT! They talk about the weather mostly.Continue reading “Inconvenience “
In my youth
Up or down? Smile or frown? Front or back? Should I eat a snack? Right or left? Is this too big to heft? Under or over? Faster or slower? Which way do I go? Just go with the flow? No matter; it will be wrong. Was I this way in my youth? This or that?Continue reading “In my youth”
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