Category: Blog
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A Poem Entitled “Coming Home” – An Honest Look at Life
Let’s face it, living in cheap rental homes is no fun. But while you are stuck in the financial setbacks and the upward struggles, this “limbo” IS your home. May as well slap a $3.25 Dollar General wreath on that door and make the best of it! …see my poem below, about making…
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Advice on Writing With Diversity – Here are 7 Great tips!
Writing With Diversity We all want our writing to be authentic. I have heard all of my writing life “write what you know.” While this is a great guideline, I think it is important for our writing to appeal to a diverse group of readers, while being sensitive to cultures, races, religious groups and sexual…
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Doe Season in Mamma’s Kitchen ~ a poem about my childhood
Doe Season in Mamma’s Kitchen Every week or so Daddy brings home a stiff-legged, russet-colored doe and hangs her by her feet on my swing set. Mamma blinks her eyes away and silently wipes down the aged green countertops with a dilapidated kitchen sponge. He is careful with the knife in the afternoon sun,…
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Gone ~ A poem
Gone Civilization swings one extreme to the other. You try in vain to understand it all. A silenced moon hangs low, red, angry, and you are on the other side walking a tightrope of a dream. Hasn’t anyone told you that you are gone? You know I care about you, you said. That night…
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A Tale of Two Poems, Circa 1990-1991. You read that date correctly.
Digging DEEP. When I was a child I knew 2 things: I loved nature and all the awesome things in it. And, I wanted to WRITE SOMETHING. Today: I love nature and all the awesome things in it. And, I want to WRITE SOMETHING. I think sometimes as children we think about what we want…
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Dear Mr. Valentine
A hastily written but mightily felt wish of the heart… Dear Mr. Valentine, You sleep next to me like a happy rock. As night rolls over into tomorrow, I sit staring at our future. Two creaky rocking chairs are there Gnawing at the porch as we rest our aching backs And laugh until…
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“Clarity,” Winner of the Arrowhead Awards Best Prose Work, 2004
CLARITY The swinging wooden doors of The Red Marlin slapped shut behind me as I shuffled in to take my seat at the bar. Trish was there with precision handing me my drink and placing a wrinkled white napkin on the table in front of me. Her freckled shoulders wore the imprint of recent…
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Easter Freebie!
Well, a lot has happened since I’ve last updated. I made a week and a half trip to my home state NC and visited with family and friends. A blessed trip to say the least, but I’m happy to be home again, comfy in my surroundings, and getting the wheels of creativity turning. Current BAP:…
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