As you can see from the title of this site, I’m a writer. Usually I write poetry, but I sometimes dabble in non fiction or science fiction or a little bit of speculative fiction. Here is a poem I have been working on.
Thunder is hard
To sleep on as I drift in the breeze.
I am a song
Of nature
And wild horses.
My sister was water.
She went to the river
And never came back.
Choking on sunlight,
The daffodil cannot remember
Why she left the pit of the soil In the first place.
Life at Home 