I recently finished reading a collection titled the selected poems of Byron, Keats and Shelly. The sense of being alone is a constant theme in the books I’ve read this past year. […]
As a new year has begun, I find myself thinking about the books that read last year and those that I would like to read in the current year. I understand that […]
I look out at an almost crescent moon that lights up the clear summer sky. The trees cast ghostly shadows in the dark as the breeze glides over and under. With the […]
My thoughts on the act of writing and living the life of a writer.