Dusty Poems 1
About a month ago, I came across an old journal filled with nearly thirty poems. I wrote these when I was in college studying biology/pre-med. To me, they indicate my interest in poetry before I even knew it was there....
Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
About a month ago, I came across an old journal filled with nearly thirty poems. I wrote these when I was in college studying biology/pre-med. To me, they indicate my interest in poetry before I even knew it was there....
It’s been a minute since I’ve posted. I’ve almost forgotten how to do this. First I want to say, I’ve missed it, I constantly feel guilty when I don’t get a post out each week, but I’m here to let...
When I was little, my mom would misspell the ending of her name with an “ie” instead of a “y” in attempt to help people remember how to spell my name. I think that exemplifies who my mom is,...
Yesterday, I opened a bottle of body scrub gifted to me by my mom. The scent is called Grace. I think she knows I don’t usually allow myself the luxury of things like this. The fragrance is heavenly, smelling like...
I was recently interviewed by local author Tina Ann Forkner. We discussed some of the different writing I do, from the horror novel I’m working on to poetry. I even share a couple of poems along with some of the...