1, 2, 1, 2, left, right, left, right, left and lingering… lolly-gagging… loafers are lace-less, listless, laughing at the language-lopped, flopped flipped Flying florid and flowing to 1,2,1 first, fourth, final 1,2,1,2

When I am writing I do it alone; the presence of others distorts my tone. (I worry what you’ll think).

In Memorium Virginia Carraway Stark When you walk beside me I feel you take my hand You are lilac scented air You are sun warmed skin You are the pleasant breeze You are the sudden smile You are the tear in my eye You are…

A lady fair With streaming hair Went strolling by the ponds She liked the way The wind would play A tune among the fronds She heard a sound And turned around And looked upon a frog He wore a crown Of eider down And sat…

We walk and she yawns expectantly. Her sweet eyes, and smile whisper, “Time to go home.” Guiding me back, her red and white hair shimmers with each step. Swirling wind encircles us like a dust devil moving past.   She sighs softly, her eyes reflecting relief. Leaning…

In It At the end of the end of those years, his story was not complete, though some would liked to believe he finished that book. She tried to create this world in order to change history but so much was fiction but she did…

Love is magical too the heart. Make your heart take love in. Even if its for the moment. That moment marks the place. Where love was.

I throw the ball and u fetch it for me. I call your name and you run back so quickly for all to see You run around in circles chasing your tail for hours Then you give up and look at me begging for treats,…

she sings a wildly original tune repeats it precisely then never again endlessly

One thing so powerful, neither money, nor love, Its something we share as a writer as a reader its a bond which keeps us going hand in hand we stand strong A power only ‘us’ can provide …..