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.
The Harmony Mountains ran down the center of Angeland Kingdom. It was believed that the first Angs settled on Harmony Mountains some four hundred years before the Red Water War. High speed […]
It was 10 at night. The flowers had started to bloom. A euphoric scent was in the air. It was the start of spring in Eastavona, a tourist city located on the […]
A poem from ‘A Quiet Night In’ collection