A Little About Me
I am an adventure seeking ponderer of the mysteries of the universe, writer of children's books (represented by Stephen Fraser of the Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), and lover of anything involving armor, archery, or swashbuckling.
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‘Twas the day before Christmaswhen I realized this poem ’twas ready for the trash bin(after stifling a whopping groan).But then I asked myself, “What’s Christmas, without a fun ’twas?”So I grappled with this rhymer thinking, I’ll just add a disclaimer clause. Okay, there … Continue reading
Despite all of the previous hoaxes, he was sure the latest video of a UFO hovering over the park was the real thing. Waking up to a low-pitched hum and suspended in viscous gel the shade of mouldering bread instead … Continue reading
…and there is still much to do, like weaving webs, stringing skulls, and refining shrieks of, BOO! BOO! BOO! True… the pumpkin has been carved, skeletons are out of the closet,
…WOULD IT BE to a time when dropping into a rabbit hole was just that— a twisting tumble into a bottomless burrow, a spiralling spin down an endless earthen tunnel,
From my bedwaning moon glides across a velvet black skya planet shimmers nearbyfar above the earthandmy head The Blue Marblerotates. Woke up 7:00 a.m.to pumpkin spice darknessodorlessit took only one dream and half a nightmareto travel theforty-three point seven five six million … Continue reading
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She just couldn’t figure out what that something was. Had it risen from the cooling embers when she turned and reached for her fleece? Besides the chill that launched goosebumps up her back, spread them across her neck, and down … Continue reading
Bold. Blue. Megalithic. To think I might have begun as a whispered word on an ancient’s breath,a droplet in the spray of a neolithic sneeze, the spatter in a sputtered warning, “Run!”a single snowflake spit from a cloud, delivered on … Continue reading
THE QUIRKS: My husband surprised me with blueberry pancakes for breakfast today, and for the first time ever, I noticed that I eat my pancakes in measured quadrants reminiscent of PHI, the law of divine proportion. Later, I nibbled on … Continue reading