You really touched my soul.

My short story after my father died.

Where, oh, where?

Feathers scatter, from wings aflutter, as a crow caws…

You have cared for many people in your life.

I was looking for love in the wrong places.

A little challenge from my theater class: write a monologe from the perspective of an inanimate object. I chose a water bottle.

I can’t help wondering if you really do love me.

Off of the prompt of The Strangest Place For A Flower by Write/Market/Design.

A Town with a new name where you can go
and be who you want and do what you want.