Behind Closed Doors
(My writing in response to a prompt from the workshop I led at UNC Hospitals, 4/15/14) “How many times have …
(My writing in response to a prompt from the workshop I led at UNC Hospitals, 4/15/14) “How many times have …
Grief looks like a windswept dune, sand grains pausing then stinging as they are blown first in one direction then …
Grief, upon silent steps you wind your way upon my senses and my weakened nature. You are an unexpected guest …
I have always been intrigued by forsythia. We have a patch of forsythia that we share with a neighbor. The …