Thanks for joining me! Poetry is not something that I do, not simply words upon a page. Poetry is something I breathe, it is a moment that I capture upon the written page, a segment of eternity immortalized. I have …
The Windows of Time
Chapter One Abigail ran, stalks of yellow corn stood in rows front of her, swaying. She knelt, hiding amongst them, clutching a small ruby pyramid in her left hand. There were foot prints in the soil, she held her breath. The sound of her own heart beating pounded in her ears. She started praying, “our…
