Poetry — There are no magic words or clever rhyme to stay the aching of the heart or silence of the night void of sleep or peace which haunts until sun finds you solitary to greet the new day in hope of new love to ease the pain.

Stepping up to the cusp of what may be, is a strange and mystic place. Points view spanning the two curves offered with only the bridge of confidence to cross. Having the courage to not look back, leaving what must be left behind in weighted heart. Knowing once crossed, the…

(Preface) — A tale and a treat I have for you, a twist familiar, but a story new. It begins long ago in a place and time not yours to know. Riddle, it may seem, but I tell it true, this fable familiar but new to you. So began our journeys end…

Of the unnatural kind — Once in town, I walked the sidewalks to learn the area before discovering an unassuming restaurant serving breakfast. The atmosphere was calm, and the room relatively empty so I sat down in an inconspicuous corner table where I might go unnoticed. My server who also happened to be the owner…

S O S What’s a boy to do when a glance into the eyes of a beautiful woman renders him helpless. When speech is momentarily beyond his capacity, yet he is compelled to sing. When stunned and wanting to look away, but unable. When heat from the flames within them…

Of the unnatural kind — The ride back to the house gave me ample time to consider how life in my new town was not as expected. I ran away from one tragedy only to see the earmarks of another in blossom. What I originally considered a possible ghost adventure was spanning the gamut of…