In the early fall, folks in town began talking about a large, pure-white deer that was seen roaming the woods near Brookhaven at night. Several hunting parties were gathered to go after the large animal, but it seemed to be impervious to bullets, and folks began saying it was a phantom deer. Around about that time, several women in the town began having trouble with their churning and a number of cows and pigs began to sicken and die. Folks blamed the incidents on the phantom deer, though each of the people afflicted with the trouble had crossed Aunty Greenleaf at some time in the last month.

Just last week I was on a trip in the mountains to enjoy the changing of the autums leaves and to enjoy the crisp, cool days of fall. My biggest surprise was the snow storm that blew in unexpectedly and left us with about eight inches of white fluff on the beautiful autumn leaves. It hasn’t snowed here in October since 1956. What a wonderful surprise. I loved it! Hope you enjoy this poem about my "autumn snow".

I began to write about the pursuit of a significant other, but realized by the end that I was also writing solely about myself. This can mean whatever you want it to mean, really.

Short story.

Short tales.

Short tales.

Winter in the forest.

Part One of my new series about a young woman destined to damnation of eternity on earth to seduce men into feeding her blood thirst, but meets a vampire that is her natural enemy, but instead of killing him, she falls in love.

The romanticized first hand perspective of a wilderness hunt.

Not long ago, my family had a baby deer adopt us. This is his story.