A pain, an arm... kneading like bread and hope and rescue and grit with prayer over a Sunday death
In Remembrance (poetry)
Gold ( A Poem)
My original poem I felt like sharing. Freely spread from my legs to my chest Evenly spread, guided carefully by hands crafted like Dali Lukewarm liquid mixed with charm Kissed by lips and fallen stars A native in its element of power Lying flakes hidden under rock ores discoveed after long storms Eyes wet from …
Power of Emily Dickinson
Hello All! I have been away at work. I have been working on my final full-length book which I am very excited to release this Fall. It will not be my final book, but it will be my final full-length fictional story. The book I am about to release allowed me to do lots of …
Mindful Impressions 