The Whisperer
Sometimes in life, the whisperer inside of myself whispers sweet nothings of my potential. Those sweet nothings I have interpreted as “only if it would be” and I would move on with my life “not…
Sometimes in life, the whisperer inside of myself whispers sweet nothings of my potential. Those sweet nothings I have interpreted as “only if it would be” and I would move on with my life “not…
Horses. Then poetry. My poems inspire my novels. Poetry informs the truth of a story. Life inspires the poem. Some years ago, I tested my chops at a Barnes and Noble open mike poetry gathering. I…
This Kindle short read is climbing the ranks. I’m glad. It deserves to see the light of day. I. Kid. You. Not. The story premise got its start as a writer’s prompt during a creative…
Here’s my stream of consciousness for the day. When I was an interior designer, my boss told me that I could put stripes with anything. Stripes are an element and not a pattern. Um, okay….