It had to be fate because somehow in that storm of unpleasant sounds and smells we found each other. We were face to face, eye to eye, assessing each other. I thought No, he looks too much like the dog I grew up with and I…

I can remember the times we argued They stab me like hot pokers From a fire that will never extinguish It burns me, even today, years after you went away   I can remember the times we smiled They bathe me like the sun on a new spring day…

A new day Like 18,322 she had awakened to before Black to gray to white Darkness to dawn to light Exactly the same And completely new A new day

Hi, friends.  I’m Veronica, a writer from northern California. Grant proposals, reports, blogs, social media posts, profiles, pamphlets, brochures, homeschool curriculum, non-fiction books – whatever it takes. Those are all for other people.  I’m currently working on a novel and a collection of poems.  Those…