It Was Summer
It was summer when a nameless writer finally packed her tools away. At last, the character she’d been writing for was content. With countless years spent workin...
To share my experiences, observations and stories, I write short pieces of prose, especially for the readers averse to poetry.
It was summer when a nameless writer finally packed her tools away. At last, the character she’d been writing for was content. With countless years spent workin...
In celebration of Women’s History Month, I’m revisiting WoMan. Given the current state of affairs, it’s clear her work is not done. WoMan is a poem I wrote year...
The holiday season can be a time of great joy or sadness, depending on where it finds one. I’ve been on both sides of the coin. But let’s consider this, holiday...