The Jigsaw Poet

When summer grew hot a creek named Turtle on the maps was familiarly called Sulfur Creek by the denizens of Trafford , the small factory tow...

She's 10 years old and worried, caught up in thinking about the future frightened of the darkness she sees ahead. While reading her ch...

Trumpet Call A young girl in her Easter finery skipping through the park, twirling an umbrella and laughing at the kaleidoscope ...

Forest Meditation Following a well-worn path from the cabin, she pushes through the dense brush to her spot, her hidden sanctuary,...

Yes, advertisements will begin to magically appear and please click through to them. I am hoping to monetize these efforts. I have given the...

I have been struggling with writer's block a lot over the past couple of years. I have all sorts of excuses - work, loss of work, financ...

I'm baaaack! Yes, I have neglected this blog for quite a few years, but now I'm back. My intent is to show everyone some of my lat...