Category: Writing

I love to hold them. I love to hug them. I love to squeeze them. I love to kiss them….

Go on a date they said, it would be fun they said. Anxiety, can’t breathe, too many people, not today…

Hi. I may be in yellow. What’s your name? Well to answer my question his name is Sweat. Hmmm. The…

Mom, where are you? Are you OK? I am worried sick about you. I haven’t had a visit in two…

My close friend recently asked me, “What’s your definition of Love.” I didn’t hesitate on answering for I myself, love…

Pain in my happiness. The sweet taste of love, the rarity of such a sense, followed by the bitter taste…

I need to create a healthy mind, body and spirit. Although I suppose I want it to be in the…

My Indian name is Sweettooth. How I got the name was back in fishcamp when I was hungry I would…

The beauty of words tying together, writing a universal language of a whirl of topics. Writing has the ability to…

As I sit here, trying to hold back the rage of yesterday and the tears of tomorrow. Trying to remain…