Some days I sigh And sit back down Some days I pull at my chains Until my wrists are raw I know I could make it If I could just escape I know things would change If I could have time to try And praying for a key won’t free me And breaking my prison won’t save me So I’ll wait Each day wriggling a little Against that old rusty hinge And one day In a gust of wind or… Read more »

I’d like to share with you a short story I wrote recently for a competition. Though not a winner, it was well received, and I am very proud of my efforts to dive back into writing. Without further ado, I present to you: Obliged             In a cradle of moonlight, with two satin ribbons, Charlotte secured her anonymity. Anxious to cross the courtyard to the grand doors of Chagall Chateau, none of the arriving guests… Read more »