I lived in this town my whole life, and most of the time that’s fine by me. But in the late fall when the sky fills with birds migrating south for the winter, traveling thousands of miles, I get homesick for places I’ve never been. Places like the highest point of a mountain, where the … More Untouched

The Woods

Write a poem with a twist. Her footsteps cease. A small cottage alone in the woods, tucked away in a white sheen of snow. Rumors of witches eating children flutter in her thoughts. She clutched the man next to her and lifted a trembling hand to knock on the painted wood, dark as night. Crackling … More The Woods

Beautiful It Was

“Come on,” I gestured towards the back of the stoned wall cafe. Your hand hesitated, hovering close to mine. For a second, I felt the impulse to reach for your hand.  Too soon you were moving forward through the quirky coffee shop. “This one,” I smiled up at it, suddenly able to smell your shampoo.  I followed close behind … More Beautiful It Was

On Leave

  Walker gripped the steering wheel tighter and turned the music up louder. He found his eyes dropping further with each moment, feeling the fatigue wash over him. In the seat next to him his buddy, Will, was just starting to wake up. They were making their way from Colorado back to Oregon, hopefully to … More On Leave


“Are you two going to teach me or just stand there gossiping?” I snapped tired of hearing the little whispering sessions between the two of them. Isaac’s head snapped up, glaring at me, and his jaw clenched. My body was still recovering from the beating I took last week. I still couldn’t understand how I … More Training

Feet Like Fire

“Your body will argue that there is no justifiable reason to continue. Your only recourse is to call upon your spirit, which fortunately functions independently from logic.” – Tim Noakes  “Anne!” I heard my name, screamed over the noise of the crowd, and looked up to see my coach, pulling me out of my trance. … More Feet Like Fire

What is Love?

Do you believe in love? Of course not.  Where do you find happiness? In solitude.  Isn’t that lonely? Loneliness implies pain. Solitude is peace. So tell me, what’s love?  Love is what puts solitude to shame. How would you know?  I’ve experienced both. Then, please, explain why love trumps all. Because you feel things you … More What is Love?