It's National Poetry Month, y'all. I'll commemorate by posting a poem a day. Some will be my own work, some classics. In any case, poetry will be had. Here's the first piece: "A poem is a spider web Spun with words of wonder, Woven lace held in place By whispers made of thunder." …
Blogvember #30: The Final Day.
Well, dears, today ends 30 days of Blogvembering. Went by pretty fast, no? I enjoyed every minute of it, even those moments when I was about to drift off into sleep and recalled with panic that I forgot to blog. And I admit to cheating when those times happened by combining days, but a blog …
Blogvember #24 and #25: Thursday and Friday.
#24: It was lovely being off work on Thursday. This is what I did, rather than blog. Sorry. Well, not really. ***************************** #25: Since it's Black Friday, here's a poem I wrote a few years ago, entitled, naturally, Black Friday. and so she believed the hype. she tipped her head toward the heavens and waited …
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Blogvember #22: Choices.(Mission Possible)
This was the photo I used for the back of my recent work of fiction, The Loftiest Thing. I love this photo. For one thing, the trees in the background absolutely fit the title's theme, which was also one of the stories in the book. Secondly, I think my photographer (who also happens to be …
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Blogvember #18: About your Author. (Friday Taunts)
Been a while since you resurrected this feature, huh? Well, I wanted to give you a break since you’re always so pleased when we do it. By now, though: don’t your readers enough about you? Nah, we haven’t even touched the tip of that iceberg. Fine, fine. What’s going on with you? Are you eating …
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Blogvember #17: Throwback Poemday.
I wrote this a few years ago. Happy TBP. ****************************** From Damascus to Emmaus I'm waiting you out. I'll be here in Damascus, waiting for the scales to fall from your eyes. You're making it hard on yourself, honey, determined to wear these blinders, determined to ignore what we and the world know: I am …
Blogvember #1: Sorry, Blogtober.
Oh, did you think you'd only receive one post from me today? Not so, dear reader. I'm officially announcing that today begins Blogvember: I'll be blogging every single day this month. Woo hooooo... If you remember, I participated in Blogtober both in 2014 and in 2015. But since October kinda got away from me as far daily blogging, …
the writer.
Simply put: the works that I produce need to thrive and be shared. We write for ourselves first, yes, but an audience is intrinsic. My family and friends have long supported my writing. And that was enough for me for a long time. It's a big world. If 10 people I know and love like …
“…wings of her own.”
I wrote this poem seven years ago. Bon Throwback Thursday. Mrs. Birdman  When he finally lands, the odds are that she’ll be waiting for him by the riverside. He’ll tell marvelous tales of the sweet air up there, of racing with skylarks and ravens, that near-miss with the eagle… She’ll tell him that Billy …
The Choice.
I haven't shared fiction with you in a while, have I? Here's one you'll likely find in my third collection of short fiction. Yes, another book is coming. Call it a spoiler. Share your thoughts about it in the comments, won't you? Enjoy your Friday and have a bon weekend. *********************************************************************** The Choice The envelope sat …
This Square Peg. 