The Wingchair Traveller

The buds of the magnolia have browned All at once Like a half-charged memory growing ill And withered in the new light By Sir Frost...

I've just read a piece of advice this afternoon that was incredibly timely.  And it goes like this:       Rig ht here is your story. ...

Since I have a few followers (although I am not sure you are all still with me), I figured I'd write a post just to check in and keep yo...

This is a re-post of an old poem written almost 10 years ago.  If anything, it shows how far I've come with my writing (it took all I ha...

1 “The moving walkway is now ending, please look down.”   “The moving walkway is now ending, please look down.”   I walk amidst ...

It isn’t like he pleaded with me not to go to Italy.   In his own little way, he worked his way under my skin, daily, persistently, unt...

Painful memories of reckless abandon, Haunt my soul, Enabling my regret to flourish, And my rapture, Softly creeping, ...