A poetry snippet
Dreams of smoke fill our sleep after the day’s fire
as the shadows creep across the ashes of dead desire
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Dreams of smoke fill our sleep after the day’s fire
as the shadows creep across the ashes of dead desire
Read MoreThank you to everyone who attended my book signing, particularly Janet, John, and Darlene–it wouldn’t have been a success or even possible without you there! I’ve had so much support from my friends during this crazy publishing process, and I can’t thank everyone enough. Now I know why there’s a ship in friendship–it’s because loyal [...]
Read MoreIn writing classes and critique groups I've attended, questions that come up more often than you might think are "What ...
My mother was a bit spooky. She dreamt several times of events before they happened, had an out-of-body experience where ...
TItuba
February 28th, 2010 at 2:35 pm
Hi,
The site looks great!
Karen
March 11th, 2010 at 9:14 pm
Thanks for visiting buddy! How goes it? I love your screen name, btw.