Poems from the Vault – Read the Stars.
Another piece plucked from the shelves of the Vault. Thank you for reading.
Poems from the Vault – The Universe, part 3.
Just a few words pulled from the Vault. Thanks for reading.
Poems from the Vault – Passages.
Just a few words plucked from the Vault…read on if you’d like. Stay creative.
Poetry – Writer’s Block
Working on some new material and original pieces…thanks for reading! Stay creative.
Storytime Saturday, featuring an excerpt from an untitled upcoming short story.
Take a peek at this week’s excerpt. The story is still unfinished, but it’s a small part of a redemptive, soul searching, and ultimately uplifting tale. Thanks for reading!
I’m not afraid of the dark. It’s there that I can’t be seen. These days, hell…maybe I don’t want to be seen. I’ve spent so much time lingering in that place that it’s comfortable….like an old friend. It knows me and I know it; it understands me more than the light ever did. The light left me, and when it did, the darkness was there to shield me from the cold. And boy, was it cold.
It’s in the darkness that I can see the clearest. Sounds weird, right? But it’s true…in the darkness, I can see. Clearer than on the brightest, sunniest day…and yet I can’t be seen, at least by the normal, every day people. Night recognizes night. That much is true. Darkness can see darkness. Bleak understands bleak. I ain’t afraid of any dark.
I think that I am afraid of sunlight though…it’s never truly touched me. I’ve always seen its rays, sure…but I’ve never truly felt it’s warmth. Like a plant that bends and twists and reaches and contorts for enough sunlight to survive…only to wither and brown and retract. It’s not easy to stretch oneself for nothing. There’s less disappoint in the dark. The sunlight is unforgiving to blemishes.
Poems from the Vault – Why We Write.
Quotes from the Vault – Batteries.
Just a reminder to stay fresh when you feel some wilting coming on; let's not forget or neglect the importance of recharging our own batteries. Thank you for reading, and best of days to you.
Poetry – Open.
Quotes – Meaning.
Have you ever questioned your purpose? I know I have. I’m guessing that we’ve all had those moments at some point on our respective journeys. But you know what? Our purpose is to be here…to live, and each day that we’re gifted is another opportunity to live fully. Let’s enjoy the journey and appreciate the adventure, and remember that each day has its own meaning. It’s all a blessing.