A bit of Friday night Po!

Long work week, feeling a bit sassy, so I dug in my word vault.. (Written for no one and anyone) Nice guy knew a man who thought he was a martyr kissed him,… Read More →

Flowers in the snow

**Preface- While continuing my quest to write for NANOWRIMO, I am digging into my history and polishing up some memories. Please note this is an unedited piece. If you landed on this page… Read More →

Dog Days are in my future

Well family, friends, co-workers and anyone else I may encounter, it’s that time of year again. No, not Halloween but that damn writing experiment called NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). Last year I… Read More →

Mark Twain has a way with words

Not only was Mark Twain a master storyteller he also was quick witted in personal matters. Thanks to Letters of Note, we get to read first hand how Mr. Twain could quickly put… Read More →

I put down the book to write a review: We The Animals

We The Animals by Justin Torres There is a new writer in town and he is definitely wearing a shiny badge. Justin Torres, a mere 30 something writer from New York has walked… Read More →

Thursday is Poetry & Art day

Poetry: Sharing a nice, sultry summertime poem written by a poet I greatly admire, Joanna Lee. (PS- she also happens to be a Doctor) lust, observed in my hometown the laundromat doors are… Read More →

Songs of the South- Ernest J. Gaines

  Ernest J. Gaines- One of my all time favorite writers. For those not familiar with Mr. Gaines here is a brief bit of information: “Mr. Gaines was among the fifth generation of… Read More →

Put the pen to the paper

(Photo is of Nick Cave’s personal journal. My header photo is of Frida Khalo’s diary) I have finally committed myself to writing this summer. Not poetry, but a story that needs to be… Read More →

This little-blog-o-mine got some bling

Three months ago I opened the doors to this virtual blog with nary a reader..Then one day I got a like, an actual comment..Then the next day a few more likes, a few more comments… Read More →

Tuesday is Po Day

untitled as i lay dreaming, you pulled back the web put hands inside clouds and swallowed a sun to breathe into me waking in saffron, i knew.