Fido, oh fido, I love how you play- chasing after balls and frolicking in the hay. Your eyes are so sparkling, your tail wagging away. I'd pray that you'd stay with me, Stay, fido, stay! That way I'd never miss your tail wagging away.
I am a ghost writer, but I am not dead. I am the spirit who writes stories in your head. Whether in night dreams, or in daydreams, I write stories for thee. When you lift your pencil, I am the shadow you cast; Dark, dramatic, and infinitely vast, the stories you write come from … Continue reading Love letter: to the writer
It was not long until the boredom got to him again. Slowly he descended from his revere and into his daydreams. He saw a sunlit meadow where not a flake of snow had fallen in a thousand years. He saw dandelions for the first time, picked flowers, like violets, daisies, buttercups. He’d seen pictures in … Continue reading Water Phoenix