Prose & Poetry

Most of my thoughts prefer to lounge about the attic of my mind. It is finely […]

Chapter 1 – Love Makes Its Way Although our family was not the richest family of

It was a pleasant morning in our city of Brighton, a town already blessed with so

Irony strikes first:You’d laugh if you only knewThe person I am. Supposing that I–A reborn soul

I learned to say “McCutcheons” before I learned to say “ornery,” “disorderly,” “drunkard,” or “mental,” and

Is is such a bad word  the lamp in my room is not an inspired topic

So I was rummaging in the attic and found my old JVC camcorder  the smaller version

Said Sarafina to Peter as they watched the Director of the Human Resources making her way

After a long journey they arrived at the mall around lunchtime. The sky was clear cyanide