Playwright and poet.
My goal as a writer is to write thoughtful pieces of prose, poetry and stage plays. Hopefully, the end results are entertaining and engaging, with layers of meaning that make sense to the whole or a theme therein.
- Top Story - January 2024
Every day, Monday to Friday, she stood at the picture window and watched him pull out of the driveway. It was a Tuesday. He backed onto the street, braked, shifted into first and headed off to work. She waved as he looked back at her through the passenger window. The truck disappeared behind the front hedge and reappeared briefly as it passed by the Smith’s house. She watched the tail lights gleam against the early morning darkness and the rain slicked asphalt until they were swallowed by the next neighbour’s laurel. She didn’t know their name.