Grasping Summer Summer brings the memory Of late night whisperings Over stories in the dark. Glowing fireflies, And stars in the still...

To all the great dads out there — you light up our world. The Little Men There are little men, up in the sky, But they're unseen. I'll...

I wrote this poem two years ago in my bedroom, when I heard a train whistle in the distance. There's a railroad in my town, but I didn't...

“Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. 'Someone is dying,' thought the little girl, for her old...

Today, I am thrilled to share something very special with you. Earlier this week, my first historical fiction story was published on The...

I wrote this poem during a time in my life when I felt very miserable and alone. I felt like a stranger in a strange place, unloved,...

Photo Credit to Joseph Barrientos on Unsplash Today, I wanted to share something special with you. Although a while has passed since I...