A Caffeinated Writer

A whistle sounds off from the stovetop,  and the aroma of coffee overwhelms me as I pour myself another espresso.  Caffeine is worth gold in my home,  so my clumsy hands are careful not to spill. spill like the stories trickling down from my fingers, late at night when I am overflowing,  covering white spaces…

The Way He Loves Me

“Do you know how much I love you? More than you can ever begin to fathom. I love you like the sunrise after a long dark night. I love you like the warmth of the sun kissing your skin to wash away the icy morning. I love you more than the feeling of a comfortable…

Night Owl

Half past five.I have never been known to be good at goodbye,perhaps that is why every day I struggle to part ways with the night.Some might say I am too comfortable in the embrace of the dark.I stay up to share secrets with the moon and stars.They have been intimate friends of mine for such a long time,Always I can counton their daily companionship.


You are the lead character in all my favorite memories.I keep our stories boxed away on the top shelf of my brain,in safe keep, just out of sight from all the clutter of the day to day.But not so far out of reach, so that I might still always have their comfort on the occasional rainy day.I can…

Thin Line

It is only a thin lineor so they saythat separates love from hate.You and I tread it lightly.Often crossing it over then back again.At times, we linger on ita little too longbecause the truth is,some dayswe are neither here nor there. 


I still remember that night and the way that you made me feel.The words that were said cannot be unspoken.You broke something within me when their sound hit my ears, and their sting reached my heart.Now they are a toxin inside of me, making me sick as I succumb to it.My body writhes in resistance trying to force it back out.Like…

Summer Bird

Summer birdI heard you flew northThat these days you stay where the old birds soar from when their bones get frail and their feathers turn gray.Never again may I see your face.Nor get out from within what I’ve wondered since not long after you went away. Always you were my keeper of secretsI should’ve known you kept some of your own.