Unwelcome Memory

His voice was soft, the words spoken gently, as if he was afraid to startle her. As if she might bolt out the door at any higher a decibel. Mary looked up slowly at the man standing across from her. It almost didn’t feel real.

Can't Not Write

Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.

Writing at Large

A blog about writing, sketching, running and other things

Little Perceptions

Poetry & Writings