This is an acrostic poem for a hurricane.

That last road trip with my Dad inspired the women in my family to become independent drivers. Even Mom, an old fashioned Southern lady, who always stated that “it isn’t safe for women to be out on the road without a man,” realized that when you put your mind to it, you really can accomplish things on your own.

Lakes.

A not so common thought of homosexuality in the south.

This writing is about the unbelieveable winter in the southern states this year.

Secrets.

A creative writing project of my own. Just a little thing that came to me one night as I was staring out the window. I could hear trains in the distance.

Roll Tide Baby…

Witches warlocks moving in.

Poem about finding the right person.