Her Chicken Scratch / Poetry


feet drawing heavy on pounding cement. with a horse-drawn carriage approach the bench. she was laced in pearls, diamonds and grey. her eyes were aged but her smile was prey. she waited every year at the old-paged peer, half excepting for her bright-eyed sailor to appear. nothing for yet and her thoughts for pause, for … Continue reading

Her Chicken Scratch / Peculiar Chronicles

The Peculiar Chronicles ~ I set my manuscript on fire!

I thought I should let you know, I set my manuscript on fire. Metaphorically speaking, of course. And with great content (sarcastically) I am reporting that the current flames are snapping high and the air is growing heavy with 80,000+ words that haven’t had the pleasure of being read, yet. And yes, I’m talking about the novel … Continue reading