The Accidental Poet...

Words can hurt, words can heal, they dictate the way we feel. Pick us up, spin us around, make us soar, or crash to the ground. Take a ...

That's it ... it's done! The MS for The Abernathy Cat came back from the editor with just a few minor corrections required. Thos...

Well, I was finally in a position to send off the manuscript to the lovely Maureen Vincent-Northam last night. It's only taken about 2...

To celebrate Samhain, here is a wee offering, written a few years ago. All Hallow's Morn They gather round the cemetry, that Gothi...

  D ementia creeps slowly ... at first, so it seems. E roding the memories, like they've never been. F aculties flounder; commun...

What complex thoughts such tender orbs express, with innocence of age, a child so blessed. Fra...

I am drawing down the Moon from her star embellished cloak