An assignment I was given in College was to do a parody of a poet of our choice. Sylvia Plath is a favorite of mine.…

You smell fresh coffee.  You make your way to the kitchen and pour yourself a cup.  You stumble over to your desk and sit down…

“I’m sorry Nightingale.”  Dr. William Young said, as he pushed his glasses back to their rightful position. I felt my heart climbing into my throat. …

All around is darkness.  The sand is cool and damp beneath my bare feet. The methodical roaring of the sea soothes my mind with it’s…

The cold, metal doorknob turns easily in my hand. As I push the door open it groans with an eeriness sounding like the moans of…

Crystal clear nature’s mirror ,let me spy my soul in thee Rushing gurgling on your way …never ceasing in your haste. Clear waters of the…

well, the week was spent both getting ready for my daughters baby shower, and also taking apart the guest room i had set up in…

it’s been a crazy two weeks and there hasn’t been time to really breathe.  won’t be, i don’t think, until this weekend is over. my…

Oh, my darling, my lover, my friend  I refuse to accept that this is the end. Eight and a half years of togetherness  Experiencing adventures…