ms_williams05When was the last time you saw her? I mean, REALLY saw her. Took a moment to stare at the wonder before you. I know you catch her hips as…Jul 21, 2015Jul 21, 2015
ms_williams04I would like to write a story of a woman that is on the run from something. I’m not sure what, — a past, a person, a future — but it seems…Jul 18, 2015Jul 18, 2015
ms_williams03I used to live in a house with walls the color of scarlet. They were made of something different, hard as rocks, cold as ice. I found…Jul 17, 2015Jul 17, 2015
ms_williams01.Once upon a time, words used to get me. They would gather my fallen pieces on blank pages and present me whole back to myself. They were my…Jul 3, 2015Jul 3, 2015