To truly write, you must agree to write all the things that you would never dare to write. I must admit that even here I hide. I have spent my adult life dancing between wanting to share my heart with the world and desperately needing to hide the most vulnerable, soft, hidden parts of my
She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells. ~ Dean Koontz I have been a lover of words ever since I can remember. In truth, I cannot recall a time when words
What is a poem anyway? Is it the blood from your veins as it spills on to your page? Is it the dance of your heart as your pen glides gracefully away? Is it the ache felt deep inside that we spend all our lives trying to describe?
Today the birds are a little quieter I hear only one lonely quiet chirp Where just a few short weeks ago there was a loud chorus. Gone now are the speedways between our hummingbird feeder and our neighbors. The breeze is much too cool to sit for long without a sweater and the leaves now