Category: Writings


If I were a bird just for one day

I would fly through the sky in every which way

Blue skies and grey and yellow with sun

Oh, wouldn’t it be fun?

I would swoop and soar and dive way down

Never again would I want to touch the ground

Feeling the breeze under my wings

It is no wonder why they always sing

If I were a bird for just one day

Maybe I would fly far, far away



Short Story Preview: The Horses

 He patted his neck, stroked his mane and said some kind words to the horse. The huge beast under him made him feel powerful. It gave him a thrill of excitement that nothing else in his short life had managed to do. Sitting there a top this massive animal got his heart racing and his blood flowing. When he was ready he gave a quick flick of his riding crop and off they went, fast and faster still. To the young man he could never go fast enough. He wished he could ride forever. To him there was nothing greater in the far-flung corners of the world than galloping through the country side with his horse.
Until one day he met her. He came into the parlor and standing there in a green floor length and full skirted dress was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. She was short and small. She had light brown hair pulled up around her delicate face. Her eyes were large and liquidy. She was engaged in conversation with his sister. He stood there and watched her. She had an energy about her that was like sun light bursting through storm clouds on a summer evening. She smiled, laughed and seemed to frolic just standing still.

Someone Lingers

Someone woke me up this morning

Sleeping deep in a dream of dreams

A light touch of a hand brushed against my hair

I woke with a start realizing my hour away obligation

In my haze of slumber I hear my husband snoring

The cat is not on the bed

I say thank you

Thank you for waking me

And somehow I feel comforted and loved

Through the whole of the day

There is a sadness on her face that can not be replaced

It lingers when she smiles

It clings in her happiest moments

Her pain floats around her like death butterflies

Reminding her of her tragedies

Whispering with their cold wings all the past horrors

It makes her weary

It makes her worry

But now in her happiest time she forces it down and away

Saving it for some other day

Short Story Preview #3

Sneak Peek at short story #3: “A Brief History of a Life”, 1st paragraph
“She sat in the one room house with the dirt floor in a crude wooden chair starting at a dead owl hanging upside down in front of her. She reached out and gently touched the feathers with her fingertips. They were black, white and grey with flecks of brown. The owl was large or maybe it just seemed large compared to her small frame. She seemed to be 11 or 12 years old. She had light coppery colored hair pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head. She was wearing a shin length dress that was so faded it seemed almost devoid of color. She was thin, pale and frail looking. She grabbed the owl’s wing with her bony fingers and pulled it until it was completely stretched out. She sat in silence by herself; she was always by herself, folding the wing back and forth. She was quietly observing how it worked, how it moved and watching the beautiful feathers slide in and out. It was mesmerizing.”
I am working on a book of short stories. So far I have three completed. I would like to get two more completed and then self-publish the collection.
Sneak Peek at short story #2: “Elaine’s Adventures in Reality”:
“She was starting to feel back to normal when at quarter to 4:00 Norm Poleski came bursting through the door. His brown suede coat got caught on the handle, he cursed under his breath and yanked it back into his possession. Norm was the regional manager of all things business for J.D. Constantine Inc. He was their boss and they rarely saw him. He usually popped in once a month or so to check on things. He would give them some new rules to follow and then praise them for their hard work. He was always out the door as quickly as he had come in.
He was not expected on this particular day and he freighted the two women as his large bulk stumbled through the door. Norm’s thin brown hair was especially greasy this day and it stuck up in every direction. Despite the slight coolness of the day Norm’s red, blotchy face was coated in a layer of sweat. He was obviously not having a great day, after having to make an unexpected trip to Sutherford Glen.
“Girls,” Norm’s loud voice boomed, “I have some terrible news. I’m not sure you have been noticing our sales volume has been down over the past six months.” Of course they had, they entered every monetary amount that flowed in and out of the company. They both hadn’t thought much of it. Over the winter things usually were a bit slow.
“Well,” Norm continued, “J.D. has decided to downsize and he won’t be needing the data entry department any longer. He is going to outsource to a foreign company. I really hate to give you such short notice, but today is going to be your last day. Just leave everything here, take your personal effects and leave the key in the mail box out front. Someone will be by this weekend to clean this place out. Your last checks will be deposited as normal. I am really sorry girls, if you need anything let me know. I’m real sorry.” And without even letting Elaine or Sally say a word Norm turned and burst back out the door leaving the two woman staring at each other in disbelief.”
I am working on a book of short stories. So far I have three completed. I would like to get two more completed and then self-publish the collection.
A sneak peek at my first short story. The working title is “The After Journal.” Here is the first paragraph, enjoy!
“When the bombs went off there was much confusion. Perhaps it was an earthquake, a gas line rupture or a plane crash, but when we saw clouds of smoke and debris high in the air through the window of our small apartment, we knew. Deep down we had known something was going to happen, we just didn’t know what. There had been so much speculation about aliens, zombies, war, weather, etc… Everyone had their opinion, and you know what they say about those. For over a year I had woken up every morning with the feeling of anxiety and despair in the pit of my stomach. I had just been waiting. Waiting for something to happen and I knew it would be horrid, whatever it was. Boy was I right.”
I am working on a book of short stories. So far I have three completed. I would like to get two more completed and then self-publish the collection.

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I have been writing poetry since I was a teenager. I put together a best of the best and illustrated it as well! It is a part of my soul and I created it’s contents with my own hands. It will be available on Amazon within the week. Right now you can purchase it through Creatspace!

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