Author • Illustrator • Cartoonist • Photographer • Freelance Copy Editor
Little bird, tiny one, Please don't cry. Your chirp reaches my ear, Your song sounds abandoned. Feathers not fully grown in,
A Plague Doctor's Notes
Dawn, My day begins. Pacing the stone ground To market. Covered from head to toe, They know. They seek. A cure.
Ghosts in the Attic
Boxes filled with junk. That's all people see. They rummage through old papers, Not knowing their worth. Old photographs of strangers,
Sunny day, bright sky, Yet the chill in the air Cuts through the thin fabric Of my sweater. Warmth upon my skin Greatly welcomed but
“Be sure to lock the door after we leave, okay?” my mother said while putting on her coat. “Yes, mom,” I replied. My parents were getting ready to leave for a movie, they haven’t gone out in a while. I haven’t been home alone in a while either. My parents prefer to stay in, watch TV and do crossword puzzles. I was happy that I would be home alone for once.
The Nightmare Game
Terry walked into school like any other day. He sluggishly walked over to his locker that was located on the first floor and opened it, just like every other time. When he opened his locker this seemingly ordinary morning, there was something in there that didn’t belong. “What is this?” Terry mumbled.
Amanda began her day like any normal day. She had breakfast in the living room while watching television and she flipped through the channels, unable to find something interesting to watch. Ignoring what was on the TV, she read the back of the cereal box that she had with her just in case she wanted more. “So bored,” she thought to herself. She slumped down into the couch and continued to scarf down her breakfast while mindless commercials blurred across the television screen.
Her Favorite Color: Chapter 1
I have written poetry my entire life. Words dancing together on paper, creating stories with but a few words; the thought has always brought me a sense of peace. The manuscript was my canvas and the pen was my brush.