Prose

Never Still

I turn the corner and start slowly down the old worn waving boardwalk. I look down and many planks have names carved in the middle of…

I’m ready to write again.

Ready to lance the numbness from my soul, scalpels sharp and bandages crisp.

A Restless Tiger

Some Poetry

I don’t believe I was ever meant to experience anything at all.

Poetic Prose From a Business Summit— #31

I arrive and park. Nothing unusual there.

Store Room

It is the white elephant room in the house. Some have it as a basement, a garage, a bomb shelter or the back room. Ours is just a store…

Mining for goodness

Amidst adversity, you will find beauty. It is only there if you know how to look. Once I met up with an acquaintance on the…

Changing your narrative

Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to change the country (the world was tad too ambitious.) She chose a…