Love as and when love presents itselfRead More Of Love and Timetables
never more than thisRead More Forgotten Summers
I’ve gotten so caught up in contributing to this manuscript that I’ve abandoned the blog again. And the vow I made to post more often. A friend asked me why I had stopped posting yesterday. Well, maybe not a friend yet, but someone I would like to call friend one day. After a moment of […]Read More May My Love Stain You
How does he make you feel?Read More Puzzles
Strange envelopes delivered by even stranger handsRead More Letter to the One who Came after Me
Sometimes that’s all they are.
I am not a poet. So this isn’t a poem.Read More Soft.