She almost made it out into the day light again after years – years – without.  Fingers pressed against the pane of glass, behind a blackout curtain.  Sometimes in front of it, when she…

I sat down to write a blog about my last two weekends – one camping, one at the beach.  Instead:    "My true love hath my heart and I have his?"It hooks me…

My little sonnet won a prize.  I get a free book of poetry.  Yay.   Can’t wait til the week is over.  Can’t.  Wait.  Must.  Make.  It.  To.  Saturday.

I wrote this today for a sonnet competition.  It was fun. In dull and muffled light the quiet two Digest the morning cereal and news He, cradling a cup of morning brew She, in his…