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…

A poem from him.

I want to write you stories, and I want to sing you songs, to show you how full my heart is with you.  My woes and fears wash away  in the presence of you, my wife.  I drift away into another world  when you rest my head on your lap, running your fingers so lovingly…

A love letter from my husband.

It’s been a long road for me,I follow it daily hoping that at the end of it you will be there to greet me with your warm smile and ocean blue eyes. My job always takes me so far from home, but it is not the apartment I miss, nor is it the comfort of…