Easter Ellen

Early-Spring Morn   The morning creeps in on an early-spring morn Icicles drip-drop, they melt, now weak and well-worn Sun fighting; so brilliant, after asleep for such time The birds hailing...

My Ever-Friend   She’s calls a little too often, she’s too eager for most She’s so very talkative tending to reminisce and boast Though there when I need her, she’s there...

We all have our stories about being wronged in romance; most of which are sad, sometimes heart-breaking and often difficult to share with others without a long story with a lot...

You judge that this man’s barely sane Very haughtily you sneer with disdain You raise your nose to this rube He’s no more than a boob Yet he is the one...

There was an old hag named suspicious Who really could be quite malicious She rants and she raves With the trouble she craves She can only be seen as seditious

I wrote a short story this week (Streams of Happiness) to a prompt where a child found something magic. The story and the poll can be found at TipsyLit Prompted. Please...

I continue walking after reading it. Tears are streaming down my face. “God, how can I help?” A suicide note from a girl. No address, no name. Fresh paper, maybe there’s time....