On Dogs

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.

Love letter: to the writer

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