Against the wind

From my “Pain” photo-poetry series: Against the wind and to the sky with steady gait past prisons fly. accept the… Read more Against the wind

Take His Hand

This is one of my oldest poems. I wrote it in my early 20s. I figured I’d throw it out… Read more Take His Hand

Up there, somewhere beyond what is – that place where tomorrow breaches the stillness of despair – softly, she dares… Read more Woman

there was a girl there was a girl, not made of stone ensnared where shadows lie but when they left… Read more poems for a funky friday

Being a writer is interesting. I have always been an extraordinarily private person. I frankly rarely confided in anyone for… Read more Perspective