She had been collecting her tattoos for a while. It had felt increasingly important for her truth to be etched upon her skin in indelible
“In a pool of infinite darkness called life, don’t fear that light glowing beneath surface.” I am more than micro-tales of love or unbearable heartache.
Friends, they had always just been friends. Good friends. Friends who could always make the other laugh. Who it was never too late to call
I have a confession to make– I am a long-time fan of the show Criminal Minds. I probably watch way too many dark, procedural dramas
The dilemma, she thought, of finally finding her voice was that it was not enough simply to speak. This voice, which had lain dormant in
Another poem written in my teens, circa 1982. The ending has been reworked slightly I am a bird soaring the heavens Feel the wind
I am always a sucker for a beautful love song. Today’s comes with a country flavor. “Yours” I was a boat stuck in a bottle
Today’s piece was inspired by the song Sweet Serendipity by Lee DeWyze. Thank you thesarahdogherty for the introduction and the creative inspiration. She walked into