Here is Boa Black falling asleep. After our furnace died, her new favorite place when there isn’t sun or my lap is up on these chairs, which are in the path of the warm air from the new heat pump. She curls up and enjoys the warm air….
poems, flash fiction and photographs
Tripping the world, slowly
A site for my creative writing endeavors, writing prompt responses, and experimentation.
EXPLORING THE TEENAGE DIASPORA
Things I should be telling myself
A photographic journey through the North of England, Scotland and Wales
short poems for short attention spans
beauty is in the eye of the beholder