prose

I Believe.

Each moment that I live and breath,I believe,Yes, I believe, In caterpillars and butterflies,In thunderstorms and clear blue skies,I believe in angels strong, who guard me when the night grows longAnd I believe in a love divine that lingers in this… Read More ›

Scheherazade.

I fear your disapproval,Wrecked by the names you have called me,Without saying a word.Lost to myself and others.Having become my own fiction.Righting myself only to fall again.My sense of humor taken leave.My wounds reopened.I seek a fortress, I seek your… Read More ›