I am not my own

I am not my own.These hands, these thoughts,this hodge podge of talents and emotions,this unique blend of personhoodWas created,Formed in … More

The King

He must have had dark hair and a plain face, but surely his eyes must have been kind – bright … More

I cannot remember ever seeing them before we moved here,Except in books,Though perhaps it’s that I just never noticed.But now … More

The light of dawn is almost imperceptible at first. The darkness hangs like a weight, distorting the familiar world around … More

Last night at precisely 3:17 AM (according to the green glow of the stove clock), I was up with 2 … More