Creative Writing

Passions—space is time and time is lost

Now let twilight sound the knell, for a day I've lived, and loved so well

I set out to catch a whale. Teacup for barquentine, napkin for a sail

A Breeze of Crumbs The green grid of greed With its razor-sharp bars Slices the humanity's substance A…

How I Know It Is Time To Go Back To Work So, breezily, I decide to finish up my 110th Nutcracker soldier costume…

Touching Silk Between pink painted lips she whispered - her eyes, slanted, flirting - while she stared. She…

Hope for Thrush Comes the morning, thrush will call, from brambled hedge, or garden wall. Sing he must, and…

In the small class room, Silent You and me, Singing with winds

When a horse is on his knee don't shoot him till he stands
, one so proud

Resident for Life A scattering of light crossed my face – lines of cheerfulness replaced that touch of…