They Don’t See Starvation’s Kiss

Do they see the black pockets beneath her eyes,shockingly dark and puffed up with bruised sorrow?The numbness like a Novocain-hazed cloudshutting out the light in her once sparkling existence? Do they notice the jutting bones beneath her flesh,disturbingly bent and gnarled by starvation’s kiss?The sunken cheeks like a malnourished bird of preysearching for its next…

As if I’d Always Been Sinless

Gaping eyes, wide with disbelief. Hands splayed out in supplication.Prayers to the heavens couldn’t save me now, too late. I was lost among the shattered depths of pain, so deep in the mire.No grace would save me, no hero to climb the tower and rescue the damsel. I had made my bed and would sleep…

No End to My Dreams

Who am I but the greatest of dreamers with a heart made of wishes. I fill up my bucket of desires every morning with a kiss to the stars, a prayer to the heavens. I stare into the moonlit night as darkness falls, and I ponder on what wish will be fulfilled when dawn breaks.…

The World is Blanketed by a Cloud of Magic…

The world is blanketed by a cloud of magic. It’s warmed beneath a quilt of such diverse colors and fantastical delights that we tend to miss it, assuming it’s only the stuff of fairy stories. We reject the magic because we are too afraid to embrace what we believe will disappear the moment we touch…

Manifest Your Dreams

It’s getting closer. Can you feel it? The rush of success pulsing through your veins. The idea that something more, something so far from your reach but yet so close is on the horizon. I’m ALMOST done with my adult fantasy fiction novel that I’ve been working on for ten years and this is exactly…

Read to Write Better

If you’re not reading, you’re not growing as a writer. I’ve spent the last couple months of the new year immersed in reading and have already finished 19 books. I can honestly say I feel like each book taught me something about writing technique, what works, what doesn’t, new vocabulary, etc. If you want a…

This Odd Void

As I sit here in the quiet, reminiscing on memories of the past, I’m overtaken by this thunderous jolt in my heart. You know the jolt. The kind that zaps you with the force of its honesty just to remind you it’s there and it’s not going to go away until you pursue the path…

The Dream Will Still Burn..

I write – not because I necessarily want to – but because I HAVE to. There’s this overwhelming need drawing me to tell stories and share them with the world. When I’m not writing, I’m thinking about writing and all the work I still have yet to accomplish. I’m determined to make my dreams see…

Words are the Doorway…

Words will only ever be words until you bravely take pen to paper and shed the weight of their existence upon your heart. Then, and only then, can the words transform into stories that change the world. Then, and only then, can the words come alive and take up substance and space, filling voids in…