So, I’m noticing things as I read: 1. Not a bad book for my first one…if I do […]
So, I’m starting to type all of my old poems and save them on my jump drive so […]
I am contemplating on NaNo this year. I think I would like to do it, but I am […]
I may not have the cutest face,
Or waltz around as if I have extraordinary poise and grace,
But through all my flaws,
You see me; and all in all,
That’s all the matters in the first place.
Kindred love, Your existence means more than words can say, No ways to define the joy you bring […]
So, I’m waiting on one more reader to finish editing before I go make corrections and do one […]
Photo Cred: Picasso Mio
A mother holds her son tightly to her chest and tears begin to flow.
The closer I get to finishing my book, the more and more I think of publishing, and the more and more I think about the many times I told myself I would publish my poetry. I have sang this tune to myself many times, and still I have not completed that task.
It is a task that I will need to complete, because part of my literary goal is to have a book of poetry that I created, autographed and sitting on my bookshelf. As my poetry, dating back to circa 2006-2007, sits in a binder in a nightstand drawer, I decided this weekend that I need to start getting that put in a more permanent form.
Me and wine had a one night stand last night. I woke up and he wasn’t there, but […]
I never thought I would see the day when I lost everything. I look back and wonder if […]