Poem: Fading Into Fall
Fading Into Fall Autumn leaves flit away from branches like springtime birds.
Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
Fading Into Fall Autumn leaves flit away from branches like springtime birds.
What mystical force is at play when a place speaks to our soul? We talk about soulmates but no one mentions how connected we can feel upon first meeting a place. How the magnetism pulls us out of ourselves and...
I have to confess something. It’s been years since I’ve submitted a piece to a literary journal. Wyoming has a new journal, so I submitted a poem yesterday for their first issue that comes out this fall. Duck Head Journal...
Old Wounds It’s August again, and while my mind is slow to remember, my body always knows this is the month you died. The tears come unbidden. Days go by where I don’t know why I’m so weepy. My eyes...
This is the last poem in the Dusty Poems series, which includes a collection of poems I wrote many years ago before I realized how much poetry would take over my life. Empty your pockets of the strength you stole...