Let’s take our stories with us or let our stories carry us along cradling us between letters that form the padded walls of our minds Down the narrow highway straight into the river without the rude interruption of a paragraph... Continue Reading →
What would a still river say of its thirsty trees? Would it ask them to come in a little tighter on its banks? Perhaps the dark fog may be a reminder of hope circling the drain Perhaps the approaching night... Continue Reading →
They were a motley crew; a group thrown together by odd circumstances. There was Sandra and her best friend, Kyle. Those two were more like twins; they were so in sync; finishing each other's sentences and constantly whispering. The old... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 