Surreal Manifestation

Jane sat in her canoe, listening as the water bubbled and splashed against the side. She sat strategically positioned—staring down a tunnel between pilings of the pier. As Jane watched the sun fall asleep, a greenish liquid carpet rolled in its direction. Surreal. She waited for inspiration and watched for a sign of hope. At... Continue Reading →

Welcome – Take A Tour

Thank you for stopping by my author website, where you will find a variety of fiction and poetry on my “Home” page. My fiction stories include fantasy worlds, suspense, intrigue, and paranormal/supernatural activity. However, beware of the paranormal because it might stop your heart—horror creeps into some of my short stories. I do hope you... Continue Reading →

Love – Purest Enigma

What path does love choose Does it choose only to exchange bodily fluids Can it be a simple gesture of thoughtfulness Perhaps it chooses to entwine itself around its lover’s soul Does love exist It’s not tangible You can’t pick it up It has no shape, and you can’t see it It doesn’t make a... Continue Reading →

On a bench of SOLACE

A loud slap across her jaw forced the woman back against the kitchen sink. The smell of jasmine perfume on her husband's shirt sent salty tears down her face. The wretched memory of the night before made her throat hurt from the lump that formed. Lying on the park bench, book in hand, let her... Continue Reading →

A Sunday Of Dreams

Greetings to all of my readers and fellow writers. It is Sunday. I have plans, and though it is a beautiful winter day here in my sunny state of Florida, I plan to stay inside and write. It isn't often that I have the time to devote to pure writing. Lately, I've been "fitting in"... Continue Reading →

Can you hear the Whip-poor-will?

Some songs play well with our ears, and some songs wreak havoc with them. Then some songs evoke a magical realm that transports us to the forest of whimsical animals and peaceful creatures. One such song is that of the Whip-poor-will. Its song is like a beckoning to our ears that draws us into our... Continue Reading →

From Solitude to Gratitude

I miss my wall; that beautiful stone wall in summer; overlooking the clover field; cornfield swaying and shushing behind me woodchucks’ fuzzy brown heads would always pop up from the doors of their underground homes I miss my wall; with the pasture on the left with spotted cows; black and white one by one they’d... Continue Reading →

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