I am an freelance writer. I love the written word and the poetry of my soul is expressed by mastery of it.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years but one night a candle burned in the window. They said that the woman that used to live in that cabin could be still heard singing on sunny days and in the dark nights the wolves were said to accompany her.
Sunlight and Other Mental Health Helps:
Often this life is ragged, hectic, unruly, unweildy, unhealthy and unkempt. We rush from place to place all to find time to relax yet when we get there we are find that our minds our stuck in hurry up and get throught this, leaving us no moments of truly me time, to unwind, relax and recoop.
Its hot. The summer sun produces shimmering and oiled rays when it hits the pavement. But I'm not on the pavement, I'm in my backyard and it wont be hot enough in muggy Missouri to produce those humid arcs that signify hard to breathe hot when the sun hits the ground until mid August.
There weren’t always dragons in this valley. Incidentally, there wasnt always a little girl called Maven either. Maven was a magical creature with an elvish face and a heart of gold. Maven was a fairytale of a child, she was always good and funny and smart and cute. There was one drawback, however, if Maven pricked her finger, a dragon became from the spilled drop of blood.
Of Love and Water
Of Love & Water; A New Chapter Slammed into a moment of sheer physical poetry as the rain washed over me I became a gilded thing. As time collapsed the will to retrieve eluded me. So I stood in the rain. I waited hopeless as the water washed over in rushing tones,