Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
Message in a Bottle I put these things quietly into the world – social media likes, encouragement, support, book reviews, poems – my handwriting scrawled across lined sheets, placed carefully into bottles, tossed into the sea. I never know if...
I am different than you than anyone. I am uncomfortable in my own skin of differentness wondering why I can’t get in line with everyone else. I am the same as you as anyone. I am an echo or cliché...
Teeth know better than anyone what a person is going through. When my grandfather died they packed together at night clenching, trying to hold each other. They see salty rivers pass by when the dam breaks and the lips don’t...
I sit amongst the stars waiting, resting. Perhaps I should come down settle my toes into the earth. But I can’t imagine settling so close to things that are buried. It might be too easy to pick up a shovel...
I recently had the pleasure of visiting with someone about how they could conduct a poetry discussion in their book club. I surprised myself with how many suggestions I had and I realized that this is a topic very central...
