When is it too late…

Too Late I know now I was too late. My friend, her body gone Her spirit lives within my heart Her words read like a song She suffered so in her short life She suffered much alone One day she chose to spread her wings Unknown she found a friend They shared a history...

A simple poem…

SILENT SAVIOR I am not who I was Nor am I who I am I have no form, no thought I care no longer for the world and its ways Without a thought, without a breath No more than a whisper in this life I leave as I came With nary a sound nor a glance. It is not in me to...

Life’s Little Miracles

Every once in a while you meet people who influence your life…sometimes in good ways, sometimes in bad.  Ever since I started writing fan fiction I’ve been lucky enough to encounter folks from different walks of life and from all over the world, from...

Writing for the Holidays

      With Christmas quickly approaching I join everyone in scurrying about to buy gifts and fulfill wishes for the holiday season.  One gift I plan to give myself for the rest of this year and the next, is the gift of time.  Time for my...