It was my first Christmas in California. I had met him just a few months prior to that night. He seemed so sweet, and so quirky at the same time. And seeing someone else, of course. That’s always the way it is in my life….

As a kid I loved the nature films featuring time-lapse photography rosebuds, opening caterpillars cocooning anything hatching from an egg I understood the concept behind the process – frames shot every few seconds instead of continuously playing the film made it all seem fast my…

I remember many years ago When I felt God call me to write. I was leaving the last day of my work And I could not believe the site.   I found a perfect quill feather as I labeled it to be. Sitting on the…

Unwritten paper, Unused quill lies on the grass, Waiting for him, Waiting for his thoughts, Waiting for his words, But he left, Never to return, Never to write, And there lies the quill, Unused and untouched!!!

My palms are too soft Too white. Eighteen years into life Yet they are like a newborn child’s, Devoid of any callouses No marks, no creases Save the life line and such. Haven’t I toiled? Am I a stranger to life’s pain? I know I…

Mother Night and Father Darkness had a son Hypnos, the god of sleep I dreamt of him often living in the caves near river Lethe Squid Ink sensuous moves eyes black as pitch whispers like satin wings tenderly pouring his rich opium elixir down my…

“Are you still awake, darling?” “Yes, of course. Three more to go.” “Do you want coffee or a cup of tea?” “No… If I do, I’ll just stay up all morning and I won’t get any good sleep.” “Do you want me to stay up…

Another week of lockdown, I’m concerned about my weight, But it’s been hard to stay on track each day, When things are not so great, I’m trying not to worry though, And I say that I feel fine. I was pretty sure that I would…

Although the darkness surrounds me as my love’s been taken away. I must recall all I’ve read and what the promises did say.   Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path. So for that, I must go on…

…Perhaps I’m lucky I don’t have one And I have to find a spark, A match, A candle, An electric torch. Sitting here in near-darkness, all alone, I’m forced to find my own lights, yet again; To brighten up this room and my soul –…