Fiction

Poetry

The Gray

I walked along the road,
As I often do during the day,
Now the road is wet,
The leaves are piling along…

Poetry

The Call of the Wild

The call of the wild is the voice of a friend,
carried on the whisper of wind as it…

The Little Things

Writing is an act,

of little things,

The Poet

When she sits down,

to write.

As a poem

Sharpening

With each turn,

it sharpened a little,

That Moment

There’s a moment,

that all writer’s know,

Ghost Stories

Writers are haunted,

by the stories,

Leather And Steel

An old leather bracelet,

worn on the wrist,

Sinister Kid

Homework undone,
tests never taken,

Exist

He existed in his mind first,

and his body second,

because he was a writer first,

and a man second.