A story — There’s nothing quite like you, fresh fallen snow. The way you tumble out of the sky, quiet — a feathered slow. When the sun strikes your crystal radiance, you sharpen its shine. Your immaculate tiny white orbs attract the sun rays to reflect intense brightness — earth’s grounded moonlight. You…

Finding light through grief — Reflections of better days As the lights on the Christmas tree twinkle, I stare out the windowpane and watch the snow fall, thinking of you. The tears have drenched my face, on and off, all day. I know there will be many more days like this to come. You’re gone. There is agony in…

An abundance of creation — In March this year, I decided to write outside of my journal, revealing my thoughts for all eyes. At the time, I was scared out of my mind. …

Poetry Sunday — Catch my tears, then my fall drenched of thunderstorm drops you drowned, to make me tall enduring the reality of my nightmares perplexed in transferred scorching pain delivering insanity to your sane but you declared you love me that my faults weren’t alone — heavy you bare them in your bones…

Gifts that warm the heart — The hustle of the holidays have begun and the season of giving is upon us. Gifts are being ordered, delivered, wrapped, and prepared for Christmas day. …

Fiction Friday — Roger was snoring so hard a cluster of nose hairs kept exploding in and out of his nostril. I tried to stop staring, but I got lost in the sight. I imagined blades of grass, needles from a Pine tree, and even icicles, attempting to calm myself from the intrusive…