Because I Cannot Be Still

The red front door hangs lazily open on this Sunday afternoon.  The sound of crickets and chirping birds fill the sky and a slight breeze ru...

The darkness sets in Like a heavy comforter That has been used over and over And that you come to trust. It is easier to be in the dark...

I want to scream. I want to throw my head back and scream. I want to throw my head back, stick my arms out the the side and scream. Wi...

A shell of a girl An empty form without focus Sits alone again Tears cannot come now They are all hidden away Dried and cracked eyes l...

I haven't written because I have been a terrible roller-coaster, more so than I let most people know about.  My mood swings, my inconsis...

There are a lot of things that I am good at.  I can knit; I can sew.  I can make a mean meatloaf.  I can whine with the best of them.  I can...

So, it's November, which is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).  The goal, if you haven't head about it, is to write 50,000 wo...