I sat with an old man on a weathered bench near the bank of a section of river most don’t come to anymore. He welcomed
I have two books now available on Amazon. Beyond The Field – an illustrated short story and COLDER – a collection of poetry and prose.
How did I find my way here? It wasn’t supposed to be this way, was it? Looking down at my hands, I see them holding
Her father looked over the mess she had made. She could tell by the look on his face he was disappointed. She hated that look.
“There was this kid I knew growing up-” “You are welcome to talk about whatever it is you want, but I was hoping we could
As I lift the lid The Smell of Cedar Overtakes me After all these years The tiny blanket Still remains Stained with tears Swollen with