Truth is like an open road….

An attempt at blank verse gone horribly, horribly wrong. o_O.

A wife finds a way to catch her husband’s eye by the strategic placement of a gem.

Truth is like an open road, no traveler is misled.

As stiff as a statue I study her body.

A poem inspired by the delicate March winds.

The light can be bright if the lover is right.

A peom about a really important influence to me that is no longer with us today.

A very ironic and suspenseful short story I love it and I hope you do too.

Eyes warm with welcome covers all but hides nothing.