Drops of Poetry

A Poem

I wonder if anyone can mold the ebony of the night,
sprinkle it with smoky, embered words…

Poetry, Life

Weeding the Succulent Patch

As in the garden, the same in life

A New Writing Prompt Just for You

How about a little hope?

Long-Lost Glory

A Poem

The doors are all closed,
and I can only look
through this window,
between who I am
and a…

When Did You Realize Writing Is Your Dream and Words Are Your Home?

A writer’s response to the query…

Silence Is the Sound of the Soul

A lyrical poem

Pomegranates

A short story

Eliana’s mother placed the last of the rinsed plates on the dish rack.

The Beauty of the Brown Things

But mostly it was those trees

On the Beach, Midwinter

Stillness, hope and transformation. A personal essay

Piercing Twilight

A Memoir

Sometimes the mind tends to wander, or perhaps travel back in time, taking me to places…