Poem: Liquid Memories
Sometimes when I think of you, the mere thought clenches my throat, springs liquid memories to my eyes, tightens around my stomach, and reveals a gaping hole where my heart once beat. All I wanted was to hear your voice....
Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
Sometimes when I think of you, the mere thought clenches my throat, springs liquid memories to my eyes, tightens around my stomach, and reveals a gaping hole where my heart once beat. All I wanted was to hear your voice....
I’ve recently taken on a new challenge. I’ve been part of a group called WyoPoets for a little over a year now, and I am now the vice president of the group. Let me tell you a little about WyoPoets....
Today, I thought I’d share a guest post I wrote for the blog of local author, Cindy Keen Reynders, who’s written both a mystery and paranormal series. If you follow me on Facebook, you may have seen a link to...
It creeps in like fog at dusk under the guise of protection. These words, these themes, these ideas are not suitable for children. We think maybe that’s right. Maybe they are too young. Perhaps individual discretion is too much work....
Sometimes you tuck away the hurt you feel. Hidden to where someone might only catch a glimpse in your eyes or a change in your tone of voice when you forget to be guarded. Sometimes I hear it when...