Romantique

Romantique

A “slice of life” pirouettes upon the palate reminiscent of a sweet and tart wedge of Lemon Meringue pie served with afternoon tea.

Brilliant Blue

Brilliant Blue

A story of 3900 words that might remind readers of a specific story by Hemingway and one by O’Connor.

Smile at today’s sun as it goes down

Smile at today’s sun as it goes down

Maybe if they knew of my hardships
They would go easier on me

About My Sister Not Understanding Poetry

About My Sister Not Understanding Poetry

Everyone doesn’t “get” poetry. It’s okay that people don’t “get it.” There are things in their own lives I don’t understand.

Fifteen Minutes to Cavendish

Fifteen Minutes to Cavendish

A relationship viewed through a discussion on real estate. We get so caught up in “What-Ifs,” we lose sight of what’s right in front of us.

Lenses

Lenses

This was written from the perspective of lenses. It doesn’t provide a solution; it only records what it sees. The consequences are unknown.

Taps – The Final Salute

Taps – The Final Salute

My brother’s military funeral in the pouring rain.

Hug me in my dream

Hug me in my dream

In my memory, 
Your lips mother never touched my dimpled face

My Father Leaves For Alaska

My Father Leaves For Alaska

The chill of the sudden parental departure.

Modern Day Phantoms found in Women’s Literature

Modern Day Phantoms found in Women’s Literature

Women writers in the 19th and 20th Centuries were far ahead of their time.

Fine stitching

Fine stitching

A short poem about someone else’s poems.

A Getaway from the Everyday

A Getaway from the Everyday

A young couple meet for their commute home on the Staten Island Ferry and discuss if joining the rat race and living an unfulfilling…

Stars above Detroit

Stars above Detroit

Togetherness, love, and hope flourish within an abandoned neighborhood.

Insert Family

Insert Family

The frustrations of shopping for the perfect family.

Promises, Hearts, & Other Breakable Items

Promises, Hearts, & Other Breakable Items

“I’ll run errands after the meeting,” Sybil said, as she stood in the kitchen doorway,“ so I’ll see you this afternoon.”

Painted Room

Painted Room

In memory of my late Father who passed away suddenly and the long night that I have made home.