I am a freelance writer who writes novels as a ghostwriter. I am also a poet. I love to read. Writing poetry is my passion because I really can put my emotions into words when I’m writing poems.
Hazy Fantasy of the Man
Earl Robinson woke up, groggy. He didn't know how long he'd been asleep, but he was having one crazy dream. In the dream, he was in a car. No. Not a car. Was it a plane? A train? He had no memory of where he was in the dream, but he knew he was in some mode of transportation that was moving fast.
Emptiness in the Long Line
Katie pulled up in the parking lot to Rolling Designs Cafe, her morning destination before she arrived at her office for the day. She couldn't begin her day without her coffee, nor did you want to cross her before she had her first cup. Her first cup of many.
Lost Night in the Club
The attack was over in seconds. Danielle Davies walked around the broken glass that covered the club floor. She was the personal financial advisor and best friend to Ivy Condit, manager of Wherehouse, a famous club in Miami, Florida. This morning, Danielle woke up before dawn when her phone rang with a frantic Ivy on the other end.