A short story just in time for the holidays/Christmas....
Poetry In Motion
When I was younger I wrote a poem for...
I see you perched upon my branch Why do...
I saw the moon tonight. He was sitting up...
She hides in the light. She dances the dance...
I call myself a writer, yet I have not...
The nude photo I saw got stuck in my...
I felt the sun shining through my branches. It...
In the podcast “New Age Renaissance” you’ll find: poetry,...
A short story just in time for Halloween. I...
He saw her standing alone across the room. She...
She was running. She was running as fast and...
Does love mean to break a heart?
Where is...
To be honest, it’s hard not to feel as...
